anonymouspotato91905
It's not like I don't want to say anything.
I just can't.
Raising my hand to speak in class. Gossiping about cute boys at school. Meeting new people. Making new friends. All of it. I can't do it. I can't take it. Any of it.
At home it's better. I mean, at least I can speak. And sing. I sing everyday in the shower so no one can hear me. When I was little I used to dream that I would be on American Idol. I would win The Teen Choice Award and have enough money to last me a lifetime. I'd have a handsome man sweep my off my feet and carry me away.
Far,
Far,
Far away.
Some dreams become nightmares.