Another Year.
- Name
- Another Year.
- Age
- 16
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- Imaginary Amsterdam.
- Joined date
- April 30th, 2008
Stories
The Current State is Critical
Latest update: Chapter 18 on November 17th, 2008
Journals
6th June 2008
June 6th, 200831st May 2008
May 31st, 2008
About
I surround myself with friends.
I am the loud one.
I am the one always out.
I am the one with the top friends.
I am the one with someone to love.
I am the lonliest girl you will ever meet.
But I love, to listen. To you.
To everyone.
You know, crying sometimes helps.
But it sure makes a mess of your face.
Music is music.
But it can change a mood.
Change a day.
Change a year.
Change a life.
We all have the power, to stand up and fight.
Some of us choose not to. And it's our choice.
It's not always the strong ones who fight.
Sometimes the weaker, quieter people.
Sometimes they're fighting inside their minds.
You never know what goes on behind closed doors.
You never know what goes on inside others minds.
"You can tell from the scars on my arms
and the cracks i my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that im NOT the carefulest of girls.."
Not the carefullest? What an understatment.
You want to die.
So why are you still alive?
Are you afraid?
Or are you kidding yourself.
Do you know what it's like? To see someone you admire.
To see this person you once thought was your idol?
To see them in person and realise..
We're all the same,
They're as miserable as us.
"I'm a creep.
I'm a wierdo."
We're all human.
Arn't we?
Everyone should be able to relate to a certain song, or songs.
Some lyrics should stand out amongst the rest and touch us.
Or destroy us.
"I can write a song,
But I can't sing in Key.
I can play piano,
But I never learnt to read.
I used to be the smart one.
The PERFECT fit
Funny, how those compliments,
Can make you feel so full of it."
I'm full of it I'm full of shit.
Everyone's got to have someone they can tell everything to.
But although the above statement is true, it doesn't mean everyone has that someone.
I'm in love.
Is this how love feels?
How do we know it's real.
It's real when it stabs you in the heart.
You can't help who you fall in love with.
Well.
That's slightly debateable.
I'm a liar.
Liar Liar.
Liar.
Liar Liar.
Liar.
People don't understand that.
Did I forget to mention one very important FACT?
I AM THE GIRL anachronism
I'm no super hero.
I'm a super failure.
28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes, and 12 seconds.
That is when my world ends.
I am the loud one.
I am the one always out.
I am the one with the top friends.
I am the one with someone to love.
I am the lonliest girl you will ever meet.
But I love, to listen. To you.
To everyone.
You know, crying sometimes helps.
But it sure makes a mess of your face.
Music is music.
But it can change a mood.
Change a day.
Change a year.
Change a life.
We all have the power, to stand up and fight.
Some of us choose not to. And it's our choice.
It's not always the strong ones who fight.
Sometimes the weaker, quieter people.
Sometimes they're fighting inside their minds.
You never know what goes on behind closed doors.
You never know what goes on inside others minds.
"You can tell from the scars on my arms
and the cracks i my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that im NOT the carefulest of girls.."
Not the carefullest? What an understatment.
You want to die.
So why are you still alive?
Are you afraid?
Or are you kidding yourself.
Do you know what it's like? To see someone you admire.
To see this person you once thought was your idol?
To see them in person and realise..
We're all the same,
They're as miserable as us.
"I'm a creep.
I'm a wierdo."
We're all human.
Arn't we?
Everyone should be able to relate to a certain song, or songs.
Some lyrics should stand out amongst the rest and touch us.
Or destroy us.
"I can write a song,
But I can't sing in Key.
I can play piano,
But I never learnt to read.
I used to be the smart one.
The PERFECT fit
Funny, how those compliments,
Can make you feel so full of it."
I'm full of it I'm full of shit.
Everyone's got to have someone they can tell everything to.
But although the above statement is true, it doesn't mean everyone has that someone.
I'm in love.
Is this how love feels?
How do we know it's real.
It's real when it stabs you in the heart.
You can't help who you fall in love with.
Well.
That's slightly debateable.
I'm a liar.
Liar Liar.
Liar.
Liar Liar.
Liar.
People don't understand that.
Did I forget to mention one very important FACT?
I AM THE GIRL anachronism
I'm no super hero.
I'm a super failure.
28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes, and 12 seconds.
That is when my world ends.
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