Anger welled up inside her as she tore through the page of hard work. Nothing that she did was good enough. Everything she made, people wanted to change. She was angry, at noone but herself. Angry because she wasn't good enough for anyone.
She tucks her platinum blonde locks back behind her ear as she tosses the songbook into the bin. Her dark brown eyes welling up with tears as she did so.
Why can't I ever be good enough?
Why can I not do anything right?
No-one is ever there. No-one cares about my emotions. Just about how my stuff is made and presented
Why am I such a failure?
As the thoughts danced around her mind her anger turned to sadness as her tears rolled down her freckled cheeks. She pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her pale arms around them. She then buried her head within her arms and cried, dampening the black and white fabrics of her garment with her salty tears. Sobs escaped her lips as her thoughts became hazy. Only one really stuck with her. The fact that she'd never be good enough for anyone and that she should just give up.
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The Storybook Of Oneshots
RandomHello and welcome to the point of no return. I'm just kidding of course. This book will contain a bunch of oneshots and writing pieces that I write for fun or just as a way to vent. I do put a lot of effort into them, however, and I hope you enjoy r...
