"No one cares about you"
The back of my mind whispers as I sit in class, surrounded by the people who don't care about me.
I try and ignore it, but it's ingrained in me and it speaks the truth. No one does care about me.
"No one loves you"
The back of my mind whispers as I hang out with the person who I've fallen in love with, who apparently likes me back.
I try and ignore it, but I know it's right. I withdraw myself, How could anyone love me?
"No one would care if you disappear"
Heh, you're right. They wouldn't.
You're creative
You doodle in your notebook, drawing characters, writing quotes, spilling thoughts and feelings onto the page. Art, writing, anything. Its creative and beautiful.
You are funny
An inside joke as the group runs around the schoolyard and we're all grinning. Shared fandoms, puns, and trying not to laugh like mad when someone gives us weird looks.
You are appreciated
A hug just because your friend is cold. A boop on the nose or a palm on your face simply because its fun, and its nice to know someone loves you.
You are loved
Comfort when you're feeling down. Being willing to argue to the ends of the earth until you understand your worth. Smiles and texts that make no sense out of context.
You are amazing
Understand that
YOU ARE READING
The Author's Short Stories
RandomWell, This is really just a bunch of random un-edited stories that I've written that include some of the characters that I've made, but haven't included in anything and those that are currently in stories that I've been writing.
