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Hello my name is Bella. They say I'm crazy, but I don't believe it. I don't mean any harm whatsoever. I'm just a kid who's trying to love life. I live in a house with four other people . I'm just fine I mean it. I'm just a little cold hearted and maybe a loner. If I'm not hanging with the others then I'm sitting in my room petting my cat or playing on my phone, or just listening to music. I honestly don't know how they put up with me. No one else would, and I don't blame them. Some people just stare at me like they have a problem with me or maybe they're just disgusted. I don't know. I'm a quiet person I don't say much. Rumors fly around about me, but I don't care. I know they're not true.
At night I can't help but to think. I feel like I'm about drive myself insane worrying too much. Sometimes I cry, because everything hurts. It hurts like hell. I disconnect myself from the world because I feel unwanted. I rebel against the rules, because I don't obey. I feel like my soul is haunted. What is this feeling? Why do I feel like this? I'm not whole. Everything is mixed up. I can't define my emotions. I'm not crazy. I know I'm not. I'm as happy as can be. No one can tell me that I'm not. I'm different deal with it. I'm not like everyone else. People can't handle me. I build and I destroy. My heart is mud, my mind is flooded. My dreams are a disease, my words are twisted. I can't speak. My mouth is sewed up shut. My eyes bleed fear, to see no evil. I cover my ears to hear no evil. I look in the mirror and I see beauty. I sleep at night only to devour a hallucination. God help me so.
I thirst for love. It's my elixir to pump in my veins, and become drunk of. I can't help but think that I might be spending the rest of my life alone. Waiting for love is like waiting for a piece of glass to shatter. I'm just a teenager I know, but my mind is full of thoughts and questions that need to be answered. But who can I ask without feeling embarrassed or ashamed? It makes me feel weak. I just want to be loved. Here I am torn between the two. I feel empty, carry me home.
My body is art. Tattoos are painted, where the ink is bled. My smile is rarely shown. My expressions are unknown. I feel like my happiness is behind a mask, but it doesn't seem that way. I sit beside a window and listen to the rain. I come alive watching it fall. It calls my name. I feel calm, and tranquil. I'm here to tell you my story. Hello.....
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TerrorBella is a young girl who is not normal. She swears that she is, but she isn't and it's sad. She has these weird dreams, and says it's like she's actually there. She doesn't believe that she has problems. She won't wake up. She believes that the who...
