ChloeLee12

Dont worry- this is just a story- i would never do this!! I wroet this a few months ago...
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I saw a picture of her today. She was so beautiful...skinny, kind of short- but still beautiful. In a way, i used to love her. Not anymore; Im moving on with my life now. Sure, i'll probably feel differen't tommorrow, but tommorrow is a differant day- right now, im living in today. She was holding her kitten; so cute, and small. She loves him- i hope she knows that she to,is loved. By many people; family,friends, even many strangers. People look up to her- her talent, beauty, humor, and perfection. But i dont look up to her. Not anymore- i know her now. She's a liar; although you wouldnt notice. No one can see it but me; none of my friends understand. When i try to explain it, they disagree, or laugh and say something like "You just noticed now?". But its my fault- i have some kind of personality disorder- i get too attached, too quickly. Before i know enough, i cling on things- or people, hoping to make something of my pathetic, sad, lonely life. Ive done this with actresses, singers...people i go to school with; but it was never as personal or extreme as this time. That girl that i admired so much; that i took care of, and loved so dearly...she has betrayed me. I dont know what happened to her...she'd differen't now. She's lost her spirit; her freedom. She used to not care what others thougt about her, but now look at her. Anoraxic...suicidal..all bacause of a comment from a boy at school. And of course the rumors- the rumors were horrible...She couldnt take it anymore. All the pressure from her mother, telling her to change, her friends- the fact that she had none! One day, she locked herself in her bathroom; her last day. That girl slowly stit her wrist, and wrote "Good-Bye" on her mirror with the blood. That girl made several more cuts,and then finally stabbed herself in the stomach, taking her last breath. She just couldnt handle the pain anymore. That Girl...was me.

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~Jenn

Any other side, my words unspoken.

Smurf Mamita

I thought that was really good. And I like how you ended it with it being yourself. It was totally unexpected. Kudos!!

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Papeles son papeles
Cartas son cartas
Y las palabras de hombres
Siempre son FALSAS!!!!

xeonman

There comes a time in some people's lives where people become overly sensitive to things that they weren't before, sometimes they shouldn't be sensitive to such things. As our minds mature, we notice things we didn't before, and sometimes these things are really things that we end up paying too much attention to. I found myself in a situation similar to this once, but I got through it, mostly by writing down what was bothering me. I tried to talk with people about it, but they wouldn't understand me. Sometimes, the pen and paper can be your best friend. I really this is just a story, but it sounds like how a real person could feel.