The lost child...(EMOtionless)
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Hi my name is Seli and im here to tell you a story....
It all started on a bright and shiny morning in the begginig of the summer.
I started a new school and im in the 7th grade all seems well until.....
1 year later....
It was the end of winter break and i began life at a brand new school (well ive been here before but the way it seems here i feel like it is a whole new chapter in my life waiting to be opened.)
I get into my first period class..
Next period was a little better i was remembered by one person..
They decided to sit by me (even tho i prefer to be alone)
i didnt feel like saying no to them. The rest of that day things started getting better i guess
i made new friends an got some older ones back (just to know id loose them again)\
idc if i lost them or not i mean its life you loose people and then you gain brand new people back into your life......
Life as i know it goes on just like anyother day in the life of a socially akward teenager like me..
im the type that chooses to hide in the corner and type and write down her feelings...
I choose not to tell people how i feel because then they have no reason in the world to judge me.
I keep my emotions all bottled up inside so that no one can come into my life and use me.
I would never want anyone in the entire world to feel as dark and as lonely, or as forgotten as i do...
Nobody deserves to be left out the way i do.
I dont get left out sometime but i choose to put myself in a position to where no one in my life can hurt me or take advantage of me.....
When i see myself i see a lonely cold hearted monster that just needs to be set free..
I see a girl in the mirror that just hates every god dam inch of herself..
I see dirt that people take advantage of and spit on when there done with her.. I dont see perfection i see all of the flaws that make me "Me"?? you know i wish i could feel like i was actually wanted... Actually loved.. by someone in this cold dead world that we live in today.......
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