9:04pm Sunday, December 14
I want to get out of my brain. Leave this broken, blubbery, blubbering body behind. I want to cut myself up and shave off the parts I don't like. I wonder so much, 'Will I ever find someone who loves all of me and I to them?'
I hope so. My stomach is twisting. My heart is twisting. I'm a tornado on the inside and a bulk on the outside. I feel like a bump. I feel like a fading bruise.
I look for love in places that I will never reach, because I want to be unreachable. I want to never really be touched but imagine being touched. That's good enough for me. I'm good enough with my imagination. I'm good by myself. It's all I need.
I want someone to hear what's inside me and not push me away for it. Sometimes I feel crazy.
Cigarette Daydreams. Cage the Elephant. Because it feels like I am looking for unattainable answers.
I am extremely confused, and I only want to feel happy.
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Satan School of Sophomores
Teen FictionA year, documented, of a young, confused teen girl's life as she struggles and experiments with the modern world of sex, drugs, and the opposite gender. This work contains crude language, intense/inappropriate situations and other more or less mild...
