linkinparkbabe87
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I've been writing this all day. Idk, something just told me that I better write it down on paper. I know it's not erm, great but I wouldn't mind some feedback from you guys. 
She sheds a single tear and drops to her knees. This anger and pain is too much to bare. She screams at the top of her lungs hoping someone might hear it, pausing to see if anyone would respond. Nothing. Nothing but the loud agruement of her parents in the background. She slowly stands up, feeling the anger starting to grow. So frustrated that no one had heard her. It always made her feel invisible.. worthless. She looks around in her bedroom and starts walking toward a mirror. She had bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and her clothes were baggier than usual. She felt so disguisted with herself. Letting people get to her like they always do. All she ever wanted was that one person who she knew she could turn to and always be there no matter what. But that person isn't in her life. Just the thought of it made her feel all alone in the world. "Look at yourself. Look what you've become. Not one aspect in your life is fine... You have nothing going for you.", she whispers to herself. She turns around and starts walking to her bed. Half-way, she begins to feel dizzy-headed. Everything became a blur. She loses her balance and falls on the floor. Too tired to yell out.. she crawls the rest of the way to bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she crys herself to sleep.
6:25AM The alarm goes off. She turns over and pushes her alarm clock. "****.. school.", she muttered. She rubs her eyes and sits up. Her eyes are swollen from the previous night, 'great' she thought. Just give them another reason to pick on me. She picks up her cellphone on a nightstand beside her bed and checks to see if there were any missed calls or voice messages. None. She sets her phone back and sighs. Not bothering to turn on a light, she searches for some clothes and takes a shower.
8:00AM The first minutes of school of the day, band class. She hate to admit it but band was one of her highlights during the day. Music was one of her passions. Too bad it was her shortest class. She goes straight to her locker, glabs her flute case and her music folder. Sitting in her chair, while putting her flute together, Kirby walks to her and starts to talking about the prom. "Yeah, I already have a date and a dress. It's going to be so much fun. What about you?" "Nah, I'll probably just rent a dress and go by myself. That way, I can dance with all the chica's dates." Jessica said sacastically. She knew that nobody was going to ask her. She just gives a fake smile and band class starts.
11:55 AM Lunch has finally arrived. Seem like the day has flown by. She walks to the same table, the same seat that she sits everyday and patiently waits for her friends to show up. Slowly but surely, they show up. They always have some kind of interesting lunch conversation. Random things to if chocolate condoms are coated or if they're solid chocolate. No matter what the conversation is, she somehow lets her mind drift on it's own. She suddenly feels sad, letting her mind dwell on things. The bell rings and 4th period starts.
1:50PM Thank ***, 5th period. The last period of the day. Relieved that the school part of her day is almost over but she dreaded going home. Most of the time, this class is so boring. That doesn't make today any difference. She sits in her desk and falls asleep during a spanish education video.
3:10PM The bell has rung and school is out. She starts to walk home. Looks like it's been raining. Some guys were walking right behind her and start to call her marshmellow or 'super-sized'. She hated those nicknames with a passion. "**** off." Thinking that they finally got off her back, they trip her and she falls in the mud. Covered with mud from head to toe, she nervously gets up. Trying not to let them get the best of her, she ignores their laughs and runs the rest home.
Walking though the door, she heads straight to her room to find some clothes to change in and puts her backpack away. "What in the flying **** happened to you?", her dad yelled. "I fell.", trying to make little conversation as possible, she hurries to the shower. Feeling a little bit better with the mud off, she noticed that she was hungry so she went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Roaming though the refridgerater, she settled on some left over lasagna. She gets her food and takes it in her room. She can now hear her parents already starting to agrue. "****, not even 30 ******* minutes in the house and they're at it again." She places her food on her bed and blast some Otep in her stereo, hoping to drown out the yelling. She just sits there on the side of her bed, eating while all this chaos is happening. She gives anything if she wasn't here right now.
It's 11:30 PM and still awake. She can't sleep because her mind won't let her. Thinking about the events that happened that day. "What's the point of being here?", she ponders. "If I'm gone, will anybody miss my presence? Does anybody really care?" She grabs a pillow and holds it tight in her arms. Wishing it was somebody instead. But no, it was just her. It was always just her. The loneliness itself was tearing her apart. Not only that, but she was having these awful nightmares at night, it made the loneliness 10 times worse. Nothing is okay. She sits up in her bed, with her face in her hands and starts sobbing. Something controlling her wants her to go to the kitchen. She decides to follow this feeling and gets up and goes to the kitchen. Still crying, she opens a drawer where the knifes are. She picks one up, looking at the sharp point. Slowly puts the knife to her neck but suddenly draws it back. She can't do it. She can't believe what she just tried to do. She starts to shake and her crys turns into sobs. She trys to collect herself and go back to bed. Once again, she crys herself to sleep... This is just an ordinary day.
She sheds a single tear and drops to her knees. This anger and pain is too much to bare. She screams at the top of her lungs hoping someone might hear it, pausing to see if anyone would respond. Nothing. Nothing but the loud agruement of her parents in the background. She slowly stands up, feeling the anger starting to grow. So frustrated that no one had heard her. It always made her feel invisible.. worthless. She looks around in her bedroom and starts walking toward a mirror. She had bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and her clothes were baggier than usual. She felt so disguisted with herself. Letting people get to her like they always do. All she ever wanted was that one person who she knew she could turn to and always be there no matter what. But that person isn't in her life. Just the thought of it made her feel all alone in the world. "Look at yourself. Look what you've become. Not one aspect in your life is fine... You have nothing going for you.", she whispers to herself. She turns around and starts walking to her bed. Half-way, she begins to feel dizzy-headed. Everything became a blur. She loses her balance and falls on the floor. Too tired to yell out.. she crawls the rest of the way to bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she crys herself to sleep.
6:25AM The alarm goes off. She turns over and pushes her alarm clock. "****.. school.", she muttered. She rubs her eyes and sits up. Her eyes are swollen from the previous night, 'great' she thought. Just give them another reason to pick on me. She picks up her cellphone on a nightstand beside her bed and checks to see if there were any missed calls or voice messages. None. She sets her phone back and sighs. Not bothering to turn on a light, she searches for some clothes and takes a shower.
8:00AM The first minutes of school of the day, band class. She hate to admit it but band was one of her highlights during the day. Music was one of her passions. Too bad it was her shortest class. She goes straight to her locker, glabs her flute case and her music folder. Sitting in her chair, while putting her flute together, Kirby walks to her and starts to talking about the prom. "Yeah, I already have a date and a dress. It's going to be so much fun. What about you?" "Nah, I'll probably just rent a dress and go by myself. That way, I can dance with all the chica's dates." Jessica said sacastically. She knew that nobody was going to ask her. She just gives a fake smile and band class starts.
11:55 AM Lunch has finally arrived. Seem like the day has flown by. She walks to the same table, the same seat that she sits everyday and patiently waits for her friends to show up. Slowly but surely, they show up. They always have some kind of interesting lunch conversation. Random things to if chocolate condoms are coated or if they're solid chocolate. No matter what the conversation is, she somehow lets her mind drift on it's own. She suddenly feels sad, letting her mind dwell on things. The bell rings and 4th period starts.
1:50PM Thank ***, 5th period. The last period of the day. Relieved that the school part of her day is almost over but she dreaded going home. Most of the time, this class is so boring. That doesn't make today any difference. She sits in her desk and falls asleep during a spanish education video.
3:10PM The bell has rung and school is out. She starts to walk home. Looks like it's been raining. Some guys were walking right behind her and start to call her marshmellow or 'super-sized'. She hated those nicknames with a passion. "**** off." Thinking that they finally got off her back, they trip her and she falls in the mud. Covered with mud from head to toe, she nervously gets up. Trying not to let them get the best of her, she ignores their laughs and runs the rest home.
Walking though the door, she heads straight to her room to find some clothes to change in and puts her backpack away. "What in the flying **** happened to you?", her dad yelled. "I fell.", trying to make little conversation as possible, she hurries to the shower. Feeling a little bit better with the mud off, she noticed that she was hungry so she went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Roaming though the refridgerater, she settled on some left over lasagna. She gets her food and takes it in her room. She can now hear her parents already starting to agrue. "****, not even 30 ******* minutes in the house and they're at it again." She places her food on her bed and blast some Otep in her stereo, hoping to drown out the yelling. She just sits there on the side of her bed, eating while all this chaos is happening. She gives anything if she wasn't here right now.
It's 11:30 PM and still awake. She can't sleep because her mind won't let her. Thinking about the events that happened that day. "What's the point of being here?", she ponders. "If I'm gone, will anybody miss my presence? Does anybody really care?" She grabs a pillow and holds it tight in her arms. Wishing it was somebody instead. But no, it was just her. It was always just her. The loneliness itself was tearing her apart. Not only that, but she was having these awful nightmares at night, it made the loneliness 10 times worse. Nothing is okay. She sits up in her bed, with her face in her hands and starts sobbing. Something controlling her wants her to go to the kitchen. She decides to follow this feeling and gets up and goes to the kitchen. Still crying, she opens a drawer where the knifes are. She picks one up, looking at the sharp point. Slowly puts the knife to her neck but suddenly draws it back. She can't do it. She can't believe what she just tried to do. She starts to shake and her crys turns into sobs. She trys to collect herself and go back to bed. Once again, she crys herself to sleep... This is just an ordinary day.
