Vandalism
People wrote graffiti on me because they thought I was a wall since I looked so plain..
I am me. No one else. Follow me, please.
People wrote graffiti on me because they thought I was a wall since I looked so plain..
Have you ever felt so unwanted and depressed that you're at the verge of bursting into tears. I feel like that probably most of the time.
Maybe one day I'll be famous. Maybe one day I'll be popular. Maybe one day I'll have a friend. Maybe one day I'll know someone who will like me for me.
To the majority of people home is a safe place, a sanctuary. To me it's a place where I feel alone, a place where I don't want to be.
I watch chick flicks and read romance novels probably more than the average teen girl does. Every girl in the movies or books always ends up getting the hot guy and they live happily forever in love.
Hello and hi I started a vlog on youtube and I would love it if you could watch my videos, like, comment, subscribe, or favorite them please.
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.
I listen over and over to what they are saying. I furrow my brows and try to understand. What do you mean. What are you trying to say. I don't understand.
World crumbling apart Will someone catch my heart Before I start to shake And everything I touch breaks I already feel alone And it seems like I have no where to go.
Oh my gosh, I have three followers. I know, I know it's not that much to people who have hundreds, but to me it's HUGE!!. Thank you to followers even if you follow random people.
I wait...just wait for someone to come and save me; protect me. That one person that will understand everything thats wrong and right about me.
Well everyone I'm soo happy, yesterday I went to my favorite place NEW YORK CITY!!!!!!!!!. I walked around and it rained, I loved it. (I love the rain).
Blast your music, and sing as loud as you can. Eventually, everyone will get annoyed of your singing, but you cares as long as your happy. ~Shannon (me).
Hello, I have recently started a personal blog showing on how I personally feel about myself and how my life affects me.
I need love is that to much to ask. For someone to care or at least just say hi when walking past me in the hallways. I guess it is because I feel alone and empty.
How could a memory be crushed. I asked myself that question and its possible by when you have a memory with someone and the memory with that special person is why you'll never forget.
I feel Invisible. Have you ever wanted to drown everyone out. Like people's voices and pretending they're not there, your somewhere else. I do that a lot, I mean a lot.
Sometimes, when you're all happy, and you think life's great. Someone just has to bring you down, then you think nothing will make you feel better.
I tilted my head back and looked up at the ceiling, it resembled me...broken and not-worth fixing. ~me (I don't think this is a poem but I thought of it and its how I feel.