| Love. Passion. Those are things that people live for… I used to be one of them. I am the girl who used to be just like you, who used to care what you thought of her. The one who you probably had seen a couple of times, but didn’t really bother paying attention to. I am the girl who dresses like she wants, and I am the girl you grew up with. I am who I am, and no one can stop that. Not you, not her, not him; no one. I will give you a piece of my heart, but never enough for you to hold it against me…not again. Not like before. I am the girl who sits quietly in class, probably reading a book or having a far-off look on her face as she thinks about all the fun times we had together. I’ll probably have my ipod on as I do so. Music is the heart, the soul of my being. I am the girl who quietly sings to herself when she has no one else to turn to. I am the girl who will tell you everything is fine, but my world will be crashing down all around me. I am a hazard to my health and yours, but I am the girl you feel drawn to when you need a shoulder to cry on. But I am also the girl you turn away from when I have a problem. I have trouble expressing my emotions towards ones I love; love is not kind, no matter what they say. I am the girl who will show you the next band that will become huge. I am the girl who will show you your next obsession. I am the girl who will rely on the few she can trust, and shun the ones who haven’t proven their worth. I am the girl that you will regret loving. I am the girl who would rather jump off a cliff than hurt a soul; but I am the girl who would rather jump off a cliff than get hurt in return. I am the girl who will sacrifice her entire being for someone who needs a few minutes of my time. I am the girl who is corrupted, but not by society, but by the mind, by the past. I am the girl who would rather live in the past than in the future. I am the girl unlike anyone you’ve ever met. I am the girl who loves you, but you won’t pay attention. I am the girl who gets thrown around like a ball. I am the girl who is broken beyond repair. I am the girl flawed beyond perfection. I am me. Do you like me now? "I lay in my bed, resigned as the pain finally made its appearance. It was a crippling thing, this sensation that a huge hole had been punched through my chest, excising my most vital organs and leaving ragged, unhealed gashes around the edges that continued to throb and bleed despite the passage of time. Rationally, I knew my lungs must still be intact, yet I gasped for air and my head spun like my efforts yielded me nothing. My heart must have been beating, too, but I couldn't hear the sound of my pulse in my ears; my hands felt blue with cold. I curled inward, hugging my ribs to hold myself together. I scrambled for my numbness, my denial, but it evaded me. And yet- I found I could survive. I was alert, I felt the pain- the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head- but it was manageable. I could live through it. It didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it. For the first time in a long time- I did not know what to expect in the morning." |
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