i don't really know what i'll be doing with this, all i know is that a blue eyed blond haired boy refuses to pay attention to me and that it breaks my fragile heart.
i think way too much about it, and he doesn't deserve to be blamed for my heart-brokenness, but i mean can't he at least say hi?
my mom says i question myself way too much when it comes to people that i like, maybe she's right.
music is blaring inside my ears as i am writing this, my heart is pounding to its rhythm inside my chest. the only thing going wrong right now is that i am alone, again.
it's dark in my room that's not my room when the sun has set. i don't like it, it makes me realize how alone i actually am.
music makes me forget how alone i actually am sometimes, maybe that's why i don't listen to people.
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everyday struggles of a fifteen-year-old
Poetrytrash can in which i will be throwing my feelings. This is a safe place and environment for everyone no matter what. You cannot judge me, just like i cannot judge you. My feelings are mine, and the way i react to things is up to my spirit and mysel...
