Writer's BlockI have nothing to write even though I have plenty to say. I don't know how to put my emotions into words and I can't explain my day.Writer's Block
It's been this way for a while now. Not knowing what to write is getting on my nerves. I have something to teach you all and you all have something to learn.
I know exactly what I want to say and it's all planned out inside my head. It's putting pen to paper that's the hard part, leaving me staring at a blank page as if I were dead.
Maybe I'm just under too much stress and perhaps I should take a break. I think I should probably see a doctor but how long with their treatmen
Preaching to an Empty RoomIt seems as though I've lived an important part of my life under a magnifying glass. Always being looked at and always being judged. I can't do anything unless everyone knows about it. I don't want to be the predictable girl that everyone knows. I don't want to be so obvious. I always thought that being different was going to make everyone ignore me. I thought wrong. Being different has done the exact opposite. It's drawn more attention to myself than conformity has.Preaching to an Empty Room
What do I have to do? What can I do? I just want to be myself without everyone putting in their two cents. I can't be myself without wondering if someone is going to
Behind Black EyesTwo years ago I wore black makeup because he wore black makeup. I followed his music and worshipped him like a god. Two years later I wear black makeup because it has become a part of me. It is what defines me and seperates me from the other girls. No one wears the color black with as much reverence as I do. It's symbolic to these past few years. It symbolizes the friends I have lost, the people who has hurt me, why one boy can't love me, my pledge to darkness, the music I listen to, and all that I stand for. It's the ink that I write with, it's the color within my veins, it's my nails digging into his back with passion and hate, and it's myBehind Black Eyes
Confessions 2.1 TeaserThe impact of my head being thrown back against the brick wall of my school caused me pain that felt like my skull had just been shattered. The cold set in around my bare legs making my bones ache. I was now regretting wearing a skirt. My shoulders were being crushed against the school building as he had me pinned.Confessions 2.1 Teaser
"You ditched me to be with that faggot in Montreal? What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"I don't know, Robert. Just let me go. Please!" I begged him as I struggled to make him let go of me.
"I'm not letting you go until you give me a straight answer," he whispered
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That was fast! 
that account and no longer bother checking this one because it won't be in much use anymore. Sorry. 
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