I have the need to cry, but unlike most girls, I can't. My thoughts are being put straight onto the page and, hopefully, a story will come out of it. Right now I sit in a tree wishing that someone will come along out of the blue, and just sit and talk with me for hours. The Texas weather is too bland for anyone to come and join me though.
School comes along here in a few months and I can't help but feel excited; for the wrong reasons. I should be excited about how I will meet new friends, stay home alone, join the soccer team. Truthfully, I will be excited about these things, I'm just happier about the mental things.
Half of my friends left this past school year. The other half will go in another direction. Leaving me alone in an abyss of insanity.
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From Thoughts to Paper
Short StoryPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
