June 2010
“Yes. Anybody in the world… But the world is so full of people, so crowded...”
May 2010
Oh wow I’m a dramatic little bitch. Ahahah. Hah.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just faded away.
Glad college is coming along. Then I could disappear and nobody would notice. I know it sounds morbid, but I’m just sick of everything.
I’m fucking sick of school, I’m fucking sick of people, and I feel as though everything I’ve worked for is slipping through my fingers. I’m sick of feeling attacked, sick...
staring
And I was told to write whatever comes to mind. My train of thought. And so I shall.
She watches me from across the room, eyes wide, lips parted…ready to say something, ready to tell me something. But she can’t. Her words catch in her throat, she sits back down, staring at me from across the table.
I can’t get over those eyes. Those dark, doe-like eyes. Empty and...
I don’t even know why I try anymore.
I’ll just hang in the back and wait for people to talk to me. If they’re my friends, they’ll talk.
I hope they talk.
I hate hanging around awkwardly. But I also hate feeling like an unwelcome third wheel or whatever. Like I’m always uninvited.
I’m done trying.
