I honestly love to write. If you were to put me in a room alone with just pens, pencils, papers, or even forget the paper, I would write songs and drawings amongst the walls. I would be leaving the room with all my emotions left behind on the walls expressing each feeling I had when I had first entered.



The boy you just tripped in the hallway, he gets abused enough at home. The girl you called fat, she starves herself. The man you called ugly for the scars, he fought for this country. The girl you called ugly, she puts on tons of makeup so people will like her. The boy you made fun of for crying, his mother is dying. Repost this if you're AGAINST bullying.