SheDreamer

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Joined: March 10, 2012
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i'm the sort of girl made up of  a million piece jigsaw puzzle. i have plain and downright ugly colors, but that only makes it easier for you to see the rainbow inside.
im not saying im the sort of girl that needs to be put back together as if she's broken, but i am saying im the sort of girl with a few pieces missing that tries to close up the hole because she's afraid the colors will leak out.
im the sort of girl that likes to inhale starfish and coral because that way, when i die someday, my inside will be beautiful.
im not the sort of girl that craves attention, but i am the sort of girl to take away the microphone and turn the lights off so i when i say something i want you all to hear.
im the sort of girl made of music held together by weeds growing in my cracked concrete exterior.
im the sort of girl who can either be your best friend or your worst enemy- provided you choose to push me away.
and we haven't even touched half my pieces yet...

Quotes by SheDreamer

So today in religion, my teacher threw up her hands and said, "Life doesn't revolve around your phone and you crush and your problems and your boyfriend and One Direction music. It just doesn't."

I <3 my school. (^_^)
So there's this guy...
Who messaged me,
"can't wait to bask in
your blinding beauty!"
 
And there's this girl...
Who read it,
And is smiling like the sun
she's so happy (^_^)
So there's this guy...
And he's generally perfect.
And he knows I exist.
And today, he asked me out.
And today, I became his
girlfriend.
"Leave me alone!" she whimpered, curling into a ball.
"But you love me," whispered the silver monster.
"Not anymore." 
And she cast the silver monster aside like the trash it was.
&& Go ahead. Ask me to come to school obscenely early to talk with you. And then don't bother to show up or even message me that you can't. Just go right ahead. It's not like I want to sleep or anything.
&& When he tells me how he's been hurt before,

it's all I can do to cry and remind him that I'm different.
"Welcome home," she shivered, opening her arms for the inevitable embrace.

"Hello, lovely, I've missed you." 

And the silver monster held her close in his shadow again.
To My Best Friend:

 I'm so sorry I've ignored you for so long. I promise I'll pay more attention to you. 

But, what's the deal? Why are you hanging out with him and her and them?

What's wrong with me? Am I not enough? Don't I pay the price of your friendship often enough for you? I offer myself to you and don't even scream when you take the first bite, carve out the first letter, stab the first heart. 

You're my silver monster, my best friend, my worst nightmare, my nighttime lover. Please stop leaving me so ragged and gasing for breath. If you want to go, then go.

Don't let me stop you.

Don't ask me to help you.

Sincerely,
-broken-but-still-dreaming-
"Please, just let me bleed." she whispers into the night.
"What's stopping you?" asks the silver monster.
"Myself," she shivers, welcoming the monster back with open arms.
Dear World,
I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I need a break. Please, I beg you, grant me one night's sleep free of nightmares. Then, tomorrow, you can hit me with your best shot. I mean, c'mon. What more could you possibly throw at me?
Sincerely,
-can't-handle-the-drama
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