kunjun

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Joined: September 30, 2013
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Gender: F
Hello there people. I'm Emma. 
I'm 16. 
I live in Florida. But I'm from Zimbabwe. Well, my dad is Zimbabwean and my mom is American, so you can just call me a white African American C: But I consider myself more African then American since I was born there and stuff.
I love God. Like seriously. 
I'm a photographer. 

Quotes by kunjun

GOSH DAMMIT! I NEED TO SNEEZE. AND I CANT!
The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.
I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no ones definition of your life, but define yourself. 
Everybody tells me things that I shouldnt know. Im filled with secrets. With horrible secrets. Im stuck suffering with the pain of others. But yet, I have no one to tell my secrets to.
There is this girl who moved in a couple doors down. Ive only known her for a couple weeks, but I can tell that shes hurting. She told me she cuts today. Shes been doing it for two years. Im crying.

I was watching 2 little boys the other day.
One came up to me and said, Emma, I really wish you could be my girlfriend, but you cant
So I asked, 
why not?
 
He the told me, 
youre white, I'm black. Thats how it goes
 
I then told him it didnt matter what color you were, love is love.
 
 
 
 
Its sad that 4 year olds have that mentality

FramingMatthew on witty.
go there.
cry. 
I don't even know him. But he's gone and I miss him. I never even got the chance to say "hello".
People don't deserve this.
Suicide Hotline-

1-800-273-8255
Because taking your life isn't worth it.

When I was younger I had this feeling that there was this handbook that I had never gotten. It explained how to be, how to laugh, what to wear, how to stand by yourself in the hallway. Everyone else looked so natural, like they had all practiced and knew exactly what to do. 
My experience was the opposite. I conscious of how I sat, how I smiled, and when I was alone with another person, I had nooooo idea what to do or what to say... I could just feel myself panic. It sucked.... 
So I tried to pick up on the patterns. I wore what they wore, and said what they said. And over time, it sorta worked in a way. I made this version of me that fit in... Whatever that means. 
But over time, the patterns kept changing and it took so much effort to keep on learning them. And I was still stuck with the problem I had started with! Being terrified of the moment when my tricks stopped working. 
I think it took me too long to realize something. That even though there is a thing called "fitting in" and it's something that you can learn and practice, those pages are so thin compared to who you are, that the way to become natural;like I wanted to be so badly; is by forgetting what you're trying to be to other people, and if there is a handbook, you probably get to write it yourself ♥