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Just an average teenage girl.
I have fears.
But in the end, i know it's all going to be ok.

  • Scared but dreaming

    mumbled "A little bit about me."

    First of all, i really don’t think anybody will read this; Ever.

    And if you are then…You must of stumbled across this page and are thinking, ‘Why am i even bothering to read this insecure, broken teenage girls depressing thoughts anyway?’

    And honestly, i don’t blame you.

    I used to be happy. I used to feel excited for the day ahead. A dreamer, wanting to explore the world more and more.

    But now…All my happy thoughts have turned in to depressing ones.

    When i’m walking down the school corridor and see a bunch of girls laughing or whispering; i automatically think they are laughing at me, whispering about me.

    Truth is…I’m a insecure wreck.

    I don’t like the way i am.

    I don’t like me.

    I’m a thinker, not a talker.

    I memorize everything around me.

    I like to read and write. Because it gets me away from the horrible reality of this world.

    I feel know i’m not the daughter my parents wanted.

    I’m not sociable.

    I’m not very smart.

    I’m just a dreamer with cracks in my heart.
  • Scared but dreaming

    mumbled "I’m new here. So be nice, OK?"

    If you were to tell me that i’d be writing a blog 3 months ago, i would of laughed and asked if your on any kind of medication.

    But here i am, typing away on my laptop, a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and my spirit broken.

    Sometimes i wonder why i even care about what the people i’m probably never going to see again in a couple of months think about me.

    But then i’m quick to remind myself that i care, because caring is all i ever do.

    I care too much;
    I care more about other peoples well being than my own.

    And the only thing i get in return is ungratefulness.

    Even though she does not know the full extent. My Mum thinks it’s a good idea for me to write a blog. To get out the feeling’s which i can’t express with words.

    So, i’m going to ask you a question.
    Do you really want to know?
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