Cause I'm standing here alone, trying to make this life my own. I set my own dreams, I don't follow. I'd rather be seen at my WORST. Don't judge me based on your ignorance. I have my own world most of the times. I express myself through songs and poems. I'm making life a lot harder than I ever thought I would.
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Inside every hardened criminal beats the heart of a fifteen-year-old girl, i was about half in love with him by the time we sat down. that is the thing about girls. Every time we do something pretty, boys fall half in love with us, and then you never know where the hell you are. i can wait for the right man to come along but in the meantime that still doesn't mean she can't have a wonderful time with all the wrong ones :( We girls blush, sometimes, because we are alive, half wishing we were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours us, neck and brow; they have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl? every boy frustrates us. We hate their indirect messages, we hate game playing, right girls? Do you like me or don't you? Just tell me so i can get over you.
“ I think, I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes you know? Its like a kaleidoscope of memories, it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen, it’s not really anything he said, or anything he did, it was the feeling that came along with it. And the crazy thing is I don’t know if I’m ever going to feel that way again, but I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you? Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me. I don’t know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.