Blogging Through Life

November 14, 2015 As I sat alone in the kitchen where we never eat,I cried. Alone in the place where I grew up and dealt with teenage problems,I broke. What should've been filled with happiness and sweet memories of the past, became tainted by my sorrow and grief. My cry echoed throughout the house and bounced back to the only person there, me. I am forever unnoticed,forever forgotten,forever alone.

So about 2 years ago I started writing this story and a bunch of (excuse my french) bullshit happened and I never finished it. Sometime this year I discovered the wonderful world of Wattpad.. And I've decided to start writing it on there. I probably won't start until next week but… IM SO EXCITED!!!!!!

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I just applied for my first job... I feel all grown up now...

        One night about 2 yrs ago, I couldn't keep holding in my pain but I also couldn't let it out. I couldn't stop crying, but no matter how much I cried, my heart kept hurting. I couldn't take the pain that was hurting on the inside. I needed a distraction from it. I grabbed the blade.       I never thought my life would turn out like this, but it did.And I had deal with it. I pushed the blade down into my skin and cut.      Sitting on the floor of my bedroom, I no longer felt the pain on the inside. I was now distracted by the pain on the outside. A pain that would be easier to heal. I didn't mind the scars. Not that anyone would see them. Out of fear of somebody seeing them and calling me a "attention whore" I cut somewhere other than my arm. If people saw them today they'd probably think that they are stretchmarks. But I know the truth. I know the pain.       ...

My parents think I'm antisocial, when in reality I choose not to talk to anyone because I'm socially awkward. (This pic basically describes me… Its also from "She's the man" … Its a really funny movie..)                                                           -That Girl :) … ok bye.