| Life sucks. End of story.
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| Life is life. Life has been going on as usual. *sigh* What there is to
live for, I have yet to find. But sometimes you go on because you're
afraid to hurt someone, even if you feel like no one cares. Yeah...
~just too broken~
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| She looks in the mirror
and hates every bit of what she sees
because she knows the person
who the reflection is of is not good enough
for the one person who ever mattered
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| You take for granted this smile on my face. You think it's easy and
natural. It's not. It's a smile holding up hundreds of boulders you
can't see. People say it takes just one smile to cover up a thousand
tears. But it only takes one fake smile to cause a thousand tears...
~the girl who's empty inside~
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| Yeah, I'm still alive. On my birthday all my friends were all nice to
me and stuff, so the whole suicidal idea left for a bit. Oh well. Any
time is a fine time to die, and however longer I go on is one bit
closer to beating Satan[He knows my thoughts and bet that I'd be dead
by my 18th birthday. Eh. It's a reason to live, and when I die I most
certainly will be going to Hell(if such a thing does exist), so if I
die before my 18th, he will so hold it over me.] So yeah. Well I'm
gonna go now...bye...
</3rejected</3
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