"Children waiting for the day, they feel good
Happy birthday, Happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
SIt and listen, Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, No one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson
Look right through m, look right through me"
-Gary Jules and Michael Andrews, "Mad World"
The voices in my head make me crazy. I can't control it. It's like I'm drowning in my thoughts and nobody can save me. I'm waiting for a superhero to come and help me. The world isn't the only one that needs saving nowadays. Now let me go on about something else.
The boy I have liked since I first laid eyes on him at the beginning of eighth grade doesn't know I exist anymore. We talked last year but haven't talked since. I could be standing next to him in the hallway and he doesn't notice me next t him. His icy blue eyes don't see my earth-like ones. Nobody sees my existence. Am I really as pale as a ghost where people see right through me? I am not transparent. I exist. My only question is does the boy I like even exist?
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Fat Girls Romance
Non-ficțiuneGrace is an overweight teenager. She has acquaintances, not friends. She has crushes but shut them down when she sees what they are really like. All Grace wants is romance, but she feels that she will never get it because she is overweight. This is...
