I've been listening to a lot of music lately, my dad says the music I listen to is the type to make people depressed, but if anything I think its the music of the depressed. I mean if you think about it music is all about emotions, sorrow, joy, lust, love, anger. So the music I listen to is just people singing about those things, and so what if most of them are about sadness? Who really gives a fuck? That's right no one cause no matter what he says I'm still going to listen to my music, it helps me. It makes me feel like I'm not the only one who feels the way I do. Actually I'm listening to music right now.
Oh you know what I found out, the shower is an amazing place to cry, especially if you're loud cry like me cause the sound of the water drowns it out. But it doesn't really help with the reddening of the eyes.
My best friend moved to Oregon and I don't know what to do, she was the only one who made me feel like she truly cared about me and she didn't start drama and stupid petty shit. I cried in front of Dominic, which was the worse thing I could do for he hugged me afterwards. He kissed my forehead and told me he loves me and I just can't handle that because I know I'm hurting him when I say I don't want to be his girlfriend, and he still wants to be around me and make me feel like I matter to someone and it isn't fair. Why can't I just love him? It would make everything so much easier.
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The Ramblings Of A Teenage Girl
General FictionThis is the story of Maryanne Stewarts, just another girl.