Luna
I'm sitting outside the school writing. Its what I do when I'm depressed. Well, that and starving myself. I just feel so empty sometimes. Its as if darkness is sitting on my shoulders and pushes me into the dirt like a cold metal stake. When I don't eat, my stomach feels closed in. It feels like its filling in for those empty spots. I wish I had an alternative. I wish I had someone that made me feel wanted.
I've been hurt. I've never had a guy treat me like every girl dreams of. I don't think I ever will. I'd rather dream of it. Dreams are so much better than reality. I want to dream my life away. Dream every moment into perfection.
When I wake up, I think about, "What would happen if I didn't move this morning?" "What if I died today?". I'm not sure I would like to know sometimes. I mean, I'm not worth much. I'm a mindless being in our screwed up world. They can do without me for a while.
In case you're wondering, this is the kind of stuff I write about. Its nothing anyone cares to read, but it makes me feel better.
I sat there writing, only to notice I wasn't writing at all. I was staring at a blank page thinking of everything. Thinking of something. Someone.
Baylor.
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Shattered Heart of Glass
Random"Just because snowflakes are all different doesn't mean two can't fall together."
