I was stressing over putting
my relationship status on facebook because of the comments I'd
get from my friends also the heart break i was gonna do to a guy
who has no clue I'm dating someone again, he has a creepy crush
on me. SO my stress was to high, i was just that scared. So
my friend Luna did it, she did do it. and it said
"That user is already in a
relationship" LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
ALL THAT STRESS FOR NOTHING? he never removed it from his
last relationship..
so you know I'm gonna yell at him tomorrow e.e
so you know I'm gonna yell at him tomorrow e.e
Whispers are much louder than any kind of scream or yell because secrets tell so much more than something you're willing to tell the word.
Magic
Read this to yourself. Read it silently.
Don't move your lips. Don't make a sound.
Listen to yourself. Listen without hearing anything.
What a wonderfully weird thing, huh?
NOW MAKE THIS PART LOUD!
SCREAM IT IN YOUR MIND!
DROWN EVERYTHING OUT.
Now, hear a whisper. A tiny whisper.
Now, read this next line in your best crotchety-
old man voice:
"Hello there, sonny. Does your town have a post office?"
Awesome! Who was that? Whose voice was that?
It sure wasn't yours!
How do you do that?
How?!
It must've been magic.
S.S.
Read this to yourself. Read it silently.
Don't move your lips. Don't make a sound.
Listen to yourself. Listen without hearing anything.
What a wonderfully weird thing, huh?
NOW MAKE THIS PART LOUD!
SCREAM IT IN YOUR MIND!
DROWN EVERYTHING OUT.
Now, hear a whisper. A tiny whisper.
Now, read this next line in your best crotchety-
old man voice:
"Hello there, sonny. Does your town have a post office?"
Awesome! Who was that? Whose voice was that?
It sure wasn't yours!
How do you do that?
How?!
It must've been magic.
S.S.
I'm so tired of nobody caring about me. The only reason I'm
here is because people need someone to yell at. They can't yell
at the perfect star student, she might not be perfect anymore. And
everyone wants a perfect child. Then why even bother telling people
I exist? Thanks so much to the people who are suppose to love me.
Thank you for not caring about me. Thank you for making me cry
myself to sleep every night. Thank you for people asking me why
I'm so sad at school all the time. Thank you for never being
there when I needed you. Thank you for always showing your
favoritism. Thank you for the thoughts in my head that are saying
just leave and never ome back. Thank you for teaching me that not
everyone is who they say they are. Thank you for everything.
You
want to break down and cry, just yell and
scream at the world; let the world know
how much you hate it. You want to just go
crazy, throw things across the room until your arms
are too weak to lift a blanket, and just collapse on the
concrete and sob, sob until your throat hurts
and your eyes burn, until your nose is a
lost cause and your voice has been gone for
hours. You just want to push out all that emotion, throw
everything out there. Let everyone know
exactly what's on your mind, for once just be
100% honest with the world. But you know you can't, so
you hold it all in, let that sadness well up. You get
dizzy, but you like it because you
feel like you're nothing but a thought, like you're not
there. Then, for a while, you go blank.
You're white, you're empty, you're nothing but a
shell. And then the anger.
The anger builds up, and if you don't scream, you know
eventually the tears will come. You'll lose sleep and
friends and not pay attention until you get that anger out,
until something turns it around, and you so you sit and pray -
pray that something will come and turn it all
around.
