"she did it!" he shouted as he watched his little sister run around proudly after scoring the winning goal.
"she did it." he whimpered, his voice breaking and cracking between his words as he looked down at his sisters grave.
glow sticks need to be snapped in order to glow.
i guess i was snapped too far.
i need you.
now i have come to realize that you don't need me.
life is like a book.
i just finished the last chapter in my story.
"i'm a teenager now, but i don't understand why girls my age hurt themselves?" she said.
staring into the mirror on her fifteenth birthday, she realized she had figured out the answers to all her questions herself.
YOU ARE READING
dispositional tendencies
Şiira collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
