Greygirl812

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Joined: October 17, 2011
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                           Writing has become my passion. I found that I had a voice through my writing that I never had before.


                                             I just want to thank each and every one of you for being there for me when I made this account<3


Quotes by Greygirl812





                                                          I don't know what to do anymore.
                                                          I screwed everyting up, like always.



                 I sit by myself in my room and make animal noises,

                              and I wonder why I don't have a boyfriend.


                         I cannot WAIT until I leave for college,
                    and when I get into med school. Because
                    once I'm gone, I'm gone. And i'm not
                    coming back.

It's just been such a good day today(: the littlest things make me happy.(: I got to help so many people out today, I love trying to help people feel better(: I made new Witty friends from doing it, I got called pretty, and I got called cute yesterday by a guy(: and I got a tip today at work, and I felt like I worked hard all day, and I ignored the guy who deserved it. I know this isn't pretty, I just wanted to share my happiness with someone.


                                                      I feel so optimistic right now.
                              And I feel like nothing could ruin it.
                                  Today's just been amazing day.
                         The best I've had in I don't know how long.



                                                                Everything
                                                           is always
                                                           my fault.



                        I can't stop crying...and I don't know why..
                       but I'm determined to never cut again.



                                      Confession #9
                                                   My mom asked me why I didn't go to homecoming,
                                                   but not why my grades were dropping, or why I was
                                                   spending even more time alone.


                                    Confession #8
                            I have a box of letters under my bed. I wouldn't call them
                            suicide letters, but I wouldn't not call them that either.
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