Well: I’m alone and just wanna make friends and talk about pain .I wanna help others because I can’t help myself.
You know,sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t be here.You see I am afraid…of people.Walking streets everyday wishing to be invisible and every person that I see when I’m walking …It’s like they are going to kill me.I’m afraid of living because I know that I won’t be accepted and I’m one of those left behind.I’m scared.I’m alone.I cry everyday and I feel like I’m here to be tortured.Someone told me that “suicide is for weak people” But I don’t wanna die because I’m weak, but because I was strong for so long and I feel like I’m living with no direction,just living to be punish […]
There’s a boy.I know you will probably skip this post because you don’t want to read the story of a broken hearted girl,but I will write it anyway because this is the book of my life and no one wants to read it.So I will write this story of love and blood here because this a story of a rock/goth/emo/satanic girl (or anyother names people use to call me) which secretly like a normal bo,you know,one of those cool guys that goes to parties and drink and probably think that my kind of girls must be burned alive or killed because they are freaks.What can […]
This is what happend today.I was walking home from school and I saw again that boy eho knows who I am,knows my name (I think…),but he doesn’t know that I like him.I’m just a shadow.And I wonder if there in this big and fake world is a boy who feels the same thing for me.A boy that feel his heart beating fast when he see me walking on the street.I don’t think so.There’s no one.I don’t wanna live this way.What am I supposed to do?I’m alone.
And who will remember your last goodbye?These are the lyrics from Black Veil Brides-In the end.It’s true.WHO? Who will remember that I WAS HERE???Who cares?Who will remember me when I’ll be dead?NO!”I wanna leave my mark here so everyone will know I WAS HERE”.Who will tell my story?To die?To live? This time I take the decission.
hello.This is my story.I’m Cristina.I’m alone.I don’t know what is that word called “love”.I’m just a girl.I’m just a lonely girl.And I wanna die.There were so many times when I wanted to end my life but I couldn’t.Now what am I supposed to do?I just sit down and wait for somebody  to come and save me for depression.I need someone to talk to me and give me a reason to smile.I already started to cut myself.I’m bleeding outside now.But I’m also bleeding inside.