Emotional Writings Dump

Passage 6

Over the many years of silently crying, she
had become a master of being unheard. Though most of the time all she wanted was for someone to find her while crying, and hug her tight and reassure her.
"It's all right now," or "it's all gone" would have been things they would whisper to her. But alas, every time she'd wished such things, of course, there'd never come true.
All she could do now was hope no one would find her crying, no one would hear her. People were the most annoying when they did find her. She would push them away best she could threw tired blurry eyes. Swing her arms around aimlessly, trying to contain her strained facile expressions and quite her sobs. Not many of these things worked however, in fact, not many of these things had to work. There were always a select few that she would let herself cry around. There were only a few shoulders she allowed herself to cry on.

[I remember that one because of how well written it was. For real, you could have started or ended a great story like this. I kinda don't think this one was directed at anyone but I know there was still a feeling. I think I was stressing and bein all me in the dog days of summer last year.
Anyhow this one was kinda short and it was written with this next one under it as well so I'll just give it too ya as a bonus.]

She had done it again, every year she involuntarily lost a friend, this year was no different. Perhaps others didn't like her, one had to move, but each year she liked the friends more and more but every year she lost them. Last year seemed just fine, she'd made a friend, and this one didn't move this year, she didn't reject the girl either. She simply stoped seeing her. Every year the girl was destroyed and she didn't know it. Every year her heart was broken. This year is no different. The girl can also do a very good job of obtaining new friends. But she always screws it up. Every year. Things might be going good for her the whole school year, even over summer. But she'll come back and find things are just the same as the year before that. Every year.

[Rereading this, I find that it wasn't very well written. But for real, this one was definitely solely based on before school stress, fear of loosing friends or of already having lost them. I think I wrote this because I said something mean to a nice friend that I didn't want to be around any longer, but she meant no harm, she really is a nice person, but can get on your nerves if she realizes you're in the slightest upset (Caroline is her name, I'm sure she'll come back up, I didn't really like her last year or throughout this one.)]