I'm exhausted. And I don't mean tired physically. No wait... that too. What I really mean by tired, is tired of being with my own thoughts. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if someone could hear them... I wouldn't be so alone then. I want to wake up from this terrible nightmare that is my life. Everything was okay a year ago and I'm constantly wondering what happened to that spontaneous side of me? Maybe it was school that screwed me over... or maybe it was relationships with people around me. Maybe it was just me overthinking too much. It's always my fault. It's always Rosalie's fault. Flowers can grow back even after being stepped on. But not if they're already dead.
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Falling
Teen FictionRosalie is just a girl with large hopes and dreams much like any regular teen. Constantly battling her peers and inner self for approval, she finds ways to make it through the hardest times when all she feels like in the moment is giving up. Through...
