I was walking down the hallway when I saw you and your friends. You were laughing and I can't help but stare in awe with every move that you make. I was wondering if I could have the courage to go near to you and don't freak you out because I am a stranger, and worse, even my classmates told me that I looked like a ghost. Maybe because of my pale skin, maybe because of my big eyes, or maybe because of my long hair. But i do know that my body suits my feelings well.
The storm raging inside me is scary, and i am as depressing as a ghost.
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Ficção Adolescente[tw: suicide/self-harm on chap 19] You just want to feel loved. To feel important. To leave a mark in this too messed up world. To feel pretty, even just for a second. But when no one loves you back, this might be the end of struggling. :spiritual::...
