The Diary of random thoughts

The Quiet

I'v Become quite fond of the quiet,

The quiet has been the only friend I truly knew

It never left me nor deceived me

It comfort and held me

But the quiet wasnt always there,

You see,

There was once a time where I hated the quiet

It was to loud for me,

Ironic, well how about i tell you a story

The story of my life

The one that introduced the quiet

Kindergarten through first grade is the time where we never knew of the quiet

We were to busy being kids, playing with toys and singing songs about letters climbing a tree and falling off

But as we got older and wiser, we choose our friends,

Ya we had friends, blah blah blah, we began to grow interest in what the world had to offer

So by the fourth grade, we are but clay being played with

Being molded into a defined shape or form

Still soft that any cracks or mistakes can be fixed with a bit of water

A bit of judgment on what you read, or what you watch becomes

Mendable, but maybe unfixable?

Aah who would have thought fives year would be so loud?

Time to move into the next stage,

You hope you still have the same friends you did,

Well hate to break it to you, but thats not how it worked

See this is where the quiet starts to find its way into your life

Judgment begins to grow: Weight, size, looks

These played over and over again, many call it bullying

Soon the quiet grows, but you push it away.

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Come to think of it, The quiet is giving me comfort right now

As I speak,

Its holding my hand as I shiver in fear

That someone in this crowd is judging me

That someone reading Is judging the way I typed or used a certain line,

Some people might think i'm being to hard on myself, that it was all in the past

And I need to grow up?

Well darling and loves, I have grown up,

The clay has harden not completely but the cracks

And the mistakes are unfixable

"Never let the past affect your future"

To late, not only did the past affect the and now but it affected later

"I'm not like them" that's probably true, But them came first,

Them, affected how I see life, and you are now them

That's what the quiet told me anyways,

But what is quiet, and how can it be so damn loud?

And who is the quiet to define me?

See the quiet is the girl sitting in the corner of the lunchroom because she's feels to exposed to wanna sit with anyone else

The quiet is the girl sitting in the library reading her manga because the lunchroom is too darn loud of people who doesn't even know she exist, not a single person

Well maybe one or two, three or four? But how easy it is to be kicked out the circle once, one of those four people stops talking to you.

Again its not you know, It was them before

The quiet is the girl who pulled her desk away because she began to feel uncomfortable being near massive groups of people.

Harley Quinn once said "Sorry the voices"

Well my voices say "You know three is a crowd right"

Actually, What it really meant to say was "Why are you here, what sentimental value is earned with you being HERE?"
You're right, Why am I here?

Shut up Quiet, i'm losing track

Time went by so fast that im in Highschool? How did this happen?

Not another school trying to make new friends

Who may simply one day stop talking to me for no reason.

Crap that happened huh? See but I had one person still

The quiet, See I even made a name for him, but he hates it when I say it out loud

As I came to a conclusion, I need to do what's gonna keep me moving, I have simply engulfed myself in the loudness of the Silence, The empty echos of the Quiet

And let me tell you, I am truly grateful to have a best friend such as this one.

It's never failed me yet, And honestly

Sitting in that corner everyday for what, 10? 11 years

Made me who I am today

The same little girl in the corner of the classroom with the quiet