Friends Without Faces
Author UnknownWe sit and we type, and we stare at our screens ( Read more... )

She walks to school, alone, cold and scared. She has brusies all over her face, and tears streaming down. She has fear in eyes, scraps on her face, and brusies couver her body. Everytime a car passes, she dares not to look up in fear that it is the beast that she lives with. Cars pass and splash the rain that has fallow and congergated in giant ( Read more... )

You rejected me. You looked me in the eyes and said I no longer need you. You told me it was all over. You told me like it was no big deal. As my eyes began to swell, you could tell I was about to brake down to broken tears. You started to walk away, and I started to scream. I started telling you how I much I loved you, how much I needed you, how I ( Read more... )

~If dating is something we all do, and something we all strive to be part of. Why do we never really take it seriously? Why do we just take advantage of something so great? Something so special, were you converse thoughts with someone and they understand, you exchange feelings, and most of all you exchange your selves to each other. With out any ( Read more... )

Hello.

My name is Naomi.

My make-up is never done.

My soul is lost.

My mind is all together, sort of.

My writing is deep, lost and uncontrolled, depressed.

My dreams are big.

My hair is brown.

My friends are few.

My book is great.

My home life is safe.

My mouth runs off.

My favorite drink is coffee.

My age is 17, 12, and 21.

My disorder is common ( Read more... )