I Am A Person
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I wonder what gives me the strength to go on. In a world where I can't be myself.
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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I wonder what gives me the strength to go on. In a world where I can't be myself.
Asking personal questions is always a bit risky. You are, after all, venturing out of the safe realms of small talk into sensitive topics you can only share with someone you trust significantly.
I'm reading The Perks of Being A Wallflower right now and a lot of it is really hitting home for me...it's kinda scary. This time last year, I was losing myself, I was depressed, and I didn't care.
I will never find another you..
Starting a story, or even knowing where to start a conversation when first meeting someone, or first talking to someone is something I've always struggled with, from the awkward eye contact to even...
Sadly love, we had a fight, and down, down my handsome man, down and out and off the road.
Hey Johnny, I haven't written many letters this week - we spoke on the phone last Wednesday and had a really good catch up and we've done quite a bit of emailing back and forth so I didn't have much...
What moves through us is a slence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch, we may not understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before we were...
I should probably sleep but the thought of tomorrow scares me, tomorrow is the start of a new me, a me who relies on no one but myself.
I sat in bed, listening to the rain hit the window, reflecting on the past. It was a warm day, about 6 months ago, I had a friend who was a bit of a slut.
I have told myself over and over again that you are a waste of time yet I can't stop thinking about you. Everything you do is stupid yet it seems to amuse me even if it brings dismay to others.
I have told myself over and over again that you are a waste of time yet I can't stop thinking about you. Everything you do is stupid yet it seems to amuse me even if it brings dismay to others.
Dear Richmond-upon-Thames, I miss the weekend trips to who cares where as long as the country-side rolls by. Lake District will forever be a sweet memory and I hope I'll visit it again one day.
is precicaliy how I feel now at 12.31 but it won't b posted yet because I don't have any Internet but I am slightly excited.
So, if I wrote into this like a diary or something stupid like that, would I feel like an idiot. Yes. I would. So, in fact, I'm going to whine about nothing and everything all at once.
Wish me luck, it's the first performance of Turning Blind Eyes today.... If you live in/around Ross-On-Wye tickets for Tue and Wed are on sale in rossiters book shop...
Today is a big day for me. I'm finally going to do it. I'm going with my dad. I'm helping disabled children through the rainbow charity. I'm really hungry and nervous.
So my ex decides to message me just to start an argument, he managed to call me a 'bellend' a 'c*nt', 'childish' and pretty much called me ugly.
Creepy that I read over today's conversation with you to help me sleep. Weird that I laugh at all the funny parts even though I know the joke.
The weirdest thing happened at school the other day. I was waiting by my tutor room with my friend and this guy came along (I have no idea who he is!!!!!!) and he starts stroking my hand!.
Awkward moment when your watching a quiz show on tv (with other people) and you start clapping cos they got the answer right..
so, what did I do today. nothing. was it good. no. why am I asking myself questions. I don't know. well actually I'm lying, I did do things today and I shall list them, because, well, I can.
Everything feels so dead and dark.... It's a ghastly grief-ridden feeling. It clenches and claws. It grabs and gnarls. When will I ever break free from these chains that dig in, so deep; burning.
It's so easy to pull out a fag And puff puff away Why do I do it if its so bad It's on my mind every day How do I stop the craving But still i puff puff away.