I drove to a large clearing in the middle of the woods. It had a couple of bushes and piles of leaves here and there. In the distance; about a mile and 1/2 away, there was some houses. They were old, but looked very nice because the current owners had fixed them up so well.
It was good to be in nature and just listen to the sounds and calm down for a bit. I sat down next to a pile of small rocks. There was a decent sized one and it looked pretty cool, so I threw it on the big rock. It cracked open and shined bright. I walked over to it and discovered what looked like crystals inside of it. I heard that these types of rocks are called "geodes".
Though it was fascinating, I let the rock be and walked back to my spot. When I sat back down I hugged my knees to my chest and layed my head in my hands. I pictured all the events that had happened today.
Being totured, bullied, abused, hurt, broken. Near suicide. What an awesome way to start the week.
You're worthless, Daniella. Keep telling yourself that and one day you'll believe it. Who's worthless?
"You are, Daniella." I whispered. A tear slipped from my eye that I hadn't even noticed was there.
It's me who is my enemy, me who beats me up, me who makes the monsters, me who strips my confidence. I don't treat myself as good as I should. I cut myself, and tell my self that I'm not good enough, nor have I ever been, and I never will.
NEVER wait until it's too late to tell someone that you love, how much you care, because when they're gone, no matter how loud you shout and cry, they won't be able to hear you anymore. I needed to tell Aaron how I really felt about him before it was too late. A guy like him could go and get any girl, any day. All with a flicker of his eyes he could make any girl's heart melt. But of course, he's got a girlfriend. The one guy that I actually had a chance with. The one who I thought actually liked me, and who I thought would actually try to get with me.
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Dead in your eyes (Aaron Carpenter)
Fanfiction"People don't cry because they're weak. They cry because they've been strong for too long." "That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt." "Silence is the most powerful scream, and silence is a girl's loudest cry."
