Sunday, 22nd March 2015 - 11:03pm
People are scary. And those who aren't scary are worse than scary; they're terrifying, they're monsters, they're what nightmares are made of.
The worst part? The fact that I've grown attached to one of those terrifying people in this world. He's not a monster, but the words he spoke could make a grown man quake with fear.
I hate that I'm scared of him. He apologised millions of times for what he said, that he scared me, but I just can't shake the fear off.
I just don't know what to do. He's like my brother and I love him like one.. But I'm terrified of him.
The last time I was this afraid was with my real brother...
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The Diary of a "Happy" Girl
CasualeThis is the diary of your average fifteen year old girl. But there's a bit of a twist: she's not the happy, bubbly girl everyone thinks she is. Take a step inside her mind and look around. What you're about to read is the diary of a "happy"...
