MyReality

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MyReality
Hiiiii. I'm Andrea, but most people call me Andi. (: I'm sixteen. Giggly; Dramatic; Loud; Insane; Weird; [+] Skinny jeans; Painted nails; Eyeliner; Converse; Oversized sweaters; Concert tees; Rain; Sponebob; Giggling; Sleeping; Friends; Writing; Junk food; Ballet; Kittens; Tumblr; Sleeping With Sirens; Paramore; Green Day; My Chemical Romance; The Beatles; [-] Horror movies; Rollercoasters; Heights; Fire Alarms; Those loud beeping 'tests' that comes from T.Vs; Hackers; Soggy Cereal; Crayons;

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She has a friend named Dee; (she doesn't like her). Dee pushes her other friends away; family too(Dee makes her wrists scarred and red). Dee makes her unhappy. (she doesn't like Dee); Dee controls her, Dee makes the things she loved boring; (Dee's full name is Depression). 



Inspired by the poem 'Ana' by BlackGlitter4 (I think)
 
No one heard her screams; (They were much to silent). Her thoughts buried her alive. (they were violent). Much to violent; (she cried herself to sleep); Somethings you just can't handle. (she was drowning in her lies), she needs help; she can't fake anymore smiles (It's tiring; hiding from depression), she needs help.

"You know, I loved you," She said.
"Don't you still love me?" He asked, his dark hazel eyes wide.
"No," She replied, "You broke my heart. I moved on." she smiled.

   
Hiiiii. Okay, so I'm new, and just thought I should tell you guys about myself! (:

My name is Andrea, but most people call me Andi ...

I'm sixteen, and pretty much insane! Haha. I really like Green Day, Sleeping With Sirens, My Chemical Romance, and The Beatles. I'm obsessed with Converse, and skinny jeans. I love writing, even though I think I suck at it. Haha. Annndd anything else just ask me! (:
Are you still mad at me?
No.
Are you sure?
I was never mad.
What were you?
Hurt.
   
"You've changed," The younger girl said.
"No I haven't," The older girl said sadly, "I've ... grown up."

   
How can someone be filled with life, and then be empty?
Where does it go?

   


I'm sleeping so little, these days.
I guess this is
GROWING UP?
 She's drowning.
In her insecurities, that is.

"Make them go away," The sad girl mumbles.

"Make who go away?" Her mind asked, unaware of who these people were.

"The demons," She whispered.

"Where are they?" Her mind asked once again.

"Inside me," She hissed, "They live inside me."