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Heart To Heart

My Mental Home.

by morbidCupcake 7/17/2013

written by morbidCupcake

Dear Readers.

Wow, that sounds weird for some one as new as me, because i tend to not gain attention, Internet-wise or not, but thats besides the point. I am a 13 year old girl, nothing special, and to be honest, i’m not that serious of a case, compared to other people,Â ButÂ what my problem is that i suffer from my negative emotions, and i do mean it quiet Â literally. Let me try to clear this up for you. For example, lets assume that you and i used to be really close, but then our relationship… fails. Like i wasn’t as great as a friend then you […]

7/17/2013 4 comments

heart to heart

by littleprincess 6/12/2013

written by littleprincess

All I want righ now is a hand to hold.

Isn’t it a basic need?

To be loved…

How good it would to be needed. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to live like this anymore…

Everytime someone shows at least a bitÂ affection I get so excited. And I can’t help myself that I fall for those people so fast… He was drunk and called me pretty, thats enough for me. Now I have the most beautiful dreams about him. I gave him my number and he doesn’t even text or call me. That’s the worst, I think he’s into another girl. And I can’t do anything […]

6/12/2013 2 comments

Old soul

by grimallthetime 3/5/2012

written by grimallthetime

When will my soul grow old?
To die, to hide, to break, to take, to breathe,
And not worry about what is left underneath the tree.
It was all built on lies, under water.
Beneath the sea.
Little old me waiting for the grass,
To grow, to change color of a brilliant green.
To watch the patches of dirt be hidden and never show.
To hide the emotions built up inside a soul,
To never let happen an exchange of events.
From one person to another.
Heart to heart is painful, but you have to make the best.
Says a shrub of wisdom […]

3/5/2012 0 comment

i think i am crazy…

by alim sacred 6/23/2009

written by alim sacred

i think my body is telling me to die. when i am riding my motorcycle, i tend to lose myself in imagining that i crash at the road, lifeless body, or hit a trunk of a tree with a branch piercing my heart. when i in a trance like that, my body tends to press the oil even harder, making more speed. i smiled everytime i skidded a little on the road.

i have a couple of friends that i always hang out with in order to release pent up stress but now i felt that my mind is going crazier by the minute. when my […]

6/23/2009 3 comments