Life is a drug that you should be addicted to - 11 year old girl who loves music, writing and reading a.k.a moi
Sometimes you just need to let go and let your emotions take control. You need to let go and cry about all the things and the people you've lost.
Aren't friends not supposed to care about what's on the outside. Don't true friends know the real you on the inside and don't care about the outside.
At school I'm the girl in class who doesn't raise her hand, the girl who's hair is her shield. I'm the one who's sheets are covered with doodles and arms with designs.
Why does everyone remember me for my mistakes. Do they just ignore the good things and go straight to the bad things. Why are they so easily overlooked.
I ran up the steps to the music school with my hood pulled up over my face so no one could see the tears streaming down my face.
There used to be a time, when I thought I could survive. All on my own out in the cold. But then you came and I tried and tried to push you away.
I may not know who I am or who I want to be. But I know one thing that I am me. I am what I am who, I am me not you. I am original not part of the crowd..
Some times I just feel anger build up inside of me and my frustration builds and I just need to throw or ht something..
They say what's on the outside doesn't matter, they say don't judge a book by its cover. Then why all this obsession with clothes. Why does the fabric I wear over my body matter.
I was tucked away in the corner of the stair closet when I heard his voice. " Annabel. Annabel?" I cringed and sunk farther into the closet. What was he doing here.