My Efforts
So many efforts to make you like me. I keep your texts just so I can read them every night and keep you fresh in my mind.
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So many efforts to make you like me. I keep your texts just so I can read them every night and keep you fresh in my mind.
Pressure. A word with the power to break someone. Pressure from friends. Pressure from classmates. Pressure from teachers. Pressure from myself. I am not broken yet.
i feel like a thought faker, writing all the thoughts of another thought taker.
Got an invitation. To a party at your house. I'll either be the life and soul. Or quiet as a mouse. Thinking of an outfit. New shirt for the day. Seen one that I really like.
I really need to write a story or two, but to be honest, I'm scared at the thought of it.
I'm afraid, almost lazy to recommend a stock, to give clients a phone call. I'm not really good with people, and my stock pick fall.
By Bai: She was everything and I was nothing. Of course, I was everything to her too. That's how love stories work. But I was nothing to myself. As most teenagers are.
How much can you give up for someone. Or how far and how long are you willing to go for that someone. Is it stupid and childish of me to feel like this. Or to do what I'm doing. Yes, it is.
Where do we go from here. Stupid girl, I told you, Spoke the unspeakable. Should have crushed it down inside, Hidden the inappropriate. To hell with it, You are worth the risk. You might have...
I feel unworthy of his love. He is the most selfless, caring, compassionate person I have had the pleasure of meeting. He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, he makes me weak at the knees.
After every stab to the heart, you tell yourself that you're never going to hope again. You're never going to wish again.
Web design student: "I did nothing all week." Tutor (me):"You did something actually quite a lot of work, I saw you working." Student:"I was just messing with colours and buttons." Tutor:"So you did...
This was all an excuse, I think. I was doing fine. I had a 93 average and I was holding my head above water. I had good friends and a loving family.
It's all empty. I don't know why this happened. I don't know what it means. I do know that I feel guilty. A writer must practice her craft.
Laying on my bed and playing with my phone... What am I gonna be tomorrow... How will it go. How will I do. Will I even get there. These questions are killing me... But need to sleep now...
As I get closer to school, it gets worse. My heart beats faster, I think it is gonna come out my chest. I say good bye to dad. I make sure I tell him I do love him.
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." I was told once, when I was depressed after looking in a mirror.
Sitting on Same new chair That feels so plain Been 7 months And seems I still can't Fill this place I'm I so awkward.