17 years old, a poet, a writer and a reader.
It was just as quiet as it could be. You could hear a needle drop into the wooden floor. My sister was sleeping and so was my mom. The only one awake was me. Me with my thoughts.
Thoughts can neither be true or false. They are just thoughts. They can't kill anyone.
I would like to fall in love. I would like to know what it's like to kiss with butterflies in my stomach And to have bubbles in my head, clouding my thoughts, making me dizzy, making me smile.
It's kind of funny The way the ones who you love the most Are the ones that hurts you the most And they become people You shouldn't love at all.
Wisdom of the day: Don't blame yourself for how you feel. Think of the reasons that lead to the feeling.
Aprilsun and five degrees,. Math, graphics, voices. Spinning, turning, falling. My head is pounding. a stone in my stomach,. Feverish, tired, insecure. A classroom, a teacher. But i'm in a bubble,.
Clock is ticking, Eyes are dreaming, Wishes floating, Passing by I am living, Breathing, thinking Feeling, moving I have to keep going on Friends and parents, Sister, school, Two therapists, A...