Chapter 4 | Confessions Of A Crazed Girl
Wow. So, like, I was at the mall with my friends, and we were all drinking our frappè or cappè or whatever. And. Like. I told them.
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Wow. So, like, I was at the mall with my friends, and we were all drinking our frappè or cappè or whatever. And. Like. I told them.
I'm saying sorry, ahead of time. I'm going to use you. You'll never read this though. I'll go out, even though its not my thing. just for the alcohol.
school what a waste it's not like im gonna let my life go to waste anyways is that really what teachers think.
take it apart. reshape it. take the time. flaws. erase them. don't embrace them. just fucking erase them. erase me. she said its real. I think I feel it. I barely know her.
honest. open. faintly broken. I straightened my hair. straightened out my issues. time to be a good girl. no more excuses. no more fucking around. if necessary, I'll glue my eyes to the ground.
My time is my time, nobody else's. You know, sometimes I feel like I'm left in the dark about some things, but then again maybe it's for the best.
#beginningline #nightdwellers I apologize that this is so long. A week before the winter solstice, a fire crackling merrily in the hearth and hot chocolate in hand, she sat down upon the sofa.
hidden behind the loud the loud screaming of kids like me strapped down struggling to be free the band plays a song about pain we can all tell each other who's to blame it's not you it's not...
Unrequited and unfulfilled, I'm not as smart as that girl, I'm not as pretty as the other girl, and the one you were talking about the other day is far nicer than me.
The Lonely, The Bitter, and The Troubled George the Lonely George sat, his head leaning on the freezing window. His earphones dangled loosely down his sides and into his left pocket.
I don't think I'll write today. I feel too surly. I didn't exactly wake up bright and early. I missed the bus and was late. So I got hell. I had to see my head of year as well.
Have you ever tried to feel that you want to be free.. And the only way is to do something really stupid or something really crazy..
Have you ever had a feeling like you just want to forget everything. All your feelings and the things you once did. That's how I feel now. And I don't mean to moan, but it's getting me down.
There are times when I feel alone. It feels that if I screamed no one would care. I really want to scream. I want to walk through the forest and be the only one there.
"What do you want to take for GCSE?" "What do you want to do when you leave school?" How am I meant to answer that. The hard thing is that I live with my mum, who has no understanding of my passion.
Space,give me space I' m trapped in this place. They're unaware of my fears or know of my tears. I've got to have freedom now I've reached the age. I'm a depressed teenager, with feelings of rage.
I've started to block out my emotions so that I can't feel the pain anymore. I don't want to feel the way I feel now. Unwanted. Unloved. Useless I'll give you an example of this.
I sit at a desk in loneliness, Wondering how I got into this mess. I am no longer alike my friends, I don't like the same trends.
I'm not usually the type of person that shares his life to the public. But, me and my parents had this argument, and no one wants to admit that he/ she is wrong. Should I say sorry to them.
I can finally get on,. But I'll never forget where I'm from,. Wanna fly the nest,. But they tell me to give it a rest,. Your not ready for this step,. Not old enough I bet,. Want a new start,.
"She's quiet and stupid" You want to know why I don't cry. Because It shows that I'm weak. Why I don't talk. Because I'm afraid you'll judge me. Why I don't work to my best.
Have you ever had one of those days Where you just want to cry. When everything you do is wrong, When you wonder why you try.
Its me. Im the one. Take me to the light, I want to shine. "I am Melissa, and I'm trying to be perfect. Perfect daughter, student, person.
I change my hair and make-up Almost ten times a day, In hopes that someone see's me, That you might glance my way.