People say nobody is perfect. But yet, you have to be perfectly fit with 'normal people' criteria and keep up with the social standard. When you fail, you will get judged, mentally bullied, being looked down by the people around you and all your flaws will be mocked. People will compare you with more fortunate people and you will be an example as the less fortunate one. Some will labelled you with the word you have never heard of until they spit it out from their guiltless mouth.
No one knows how much you've tried. You bend yourself as much as you could just to fit in. When pushed too hard, it breaks you apart but you never give up. You fixe
just like another one fine day,she was walking on the seaside.
as usual,collecting every piece of her broken heart.
mumbling and blaming herself for what had happened.
it was unexpected that suddenly a stranger passed by her.
"this is new.." she monologue.
no one ever passed through the seaside.
its her island. her secret place.
she quickly pick up all the mess she made when suddenly..
"need help..?" he asked.
she turned her face to the voice.
and there, he stand right in front of her with a smile.
swiftly, she melt.
and in the voice, she found serenity.
she moved her eyes to his.
a lightning strike on the pieces she hold. they tremble.
witho
People say nobody is perfect. But yet, you have to be perfectly fit with 'normal people' criteria and keep up with the social standard. When you fail, you will get judged, mentally bullied, being looked down by the people around you and all your flaws will be mocked. People will compare you with more fortunate people and you will be an example as the less fortunate one. Some will labelled you with the word you have never heard of until they spit it out from their guiltless mouth.
No one knows how much you've tried. You bend yourself as much as you could just to fit in. When pushed too hard, it breaks you apart but you never give up. You fixe
just like another one fine day,she was walking on the seaside.
as usual,collecting every piece of her broken heart.
mumbling and blaming herself for what had happened.
it was unexpected that suddenly a stranger passed by her.
"this is new.." she monologue.
no one ever passed through the seaside.
its her island. her secret place.
she quickly pick up all the mess she made when suddenly..
"need help..?" he asked.
she turned her face to the voice.
and there, he stand right in front of her with a smile.
swiftly, she melt.
and in the voice, she found serenity.
she moved her eyes to his.
a lightning strike on the pieces she hold. they tremble.
witho
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,
I'm writing out of concern for your son Charlie. Since he first started in my class I have noticed odd tendencies in his behaviour. I know Charlie is a special boy, but the way these tendencies develop is beginning to worry me. He seems to be having troubles communicating with others. He rarely plays with the other children and does not respond when I speak to him. His writing is beginning to stray from the alphabet. Last week he even refused to partake in morning prostration! I took him to see the school nurse but he remained silent for the entire time and did not subject himself to examination. I therefore ask y
Am I fat? Am I ugly? Am I stupid? Am I hated? Am I a failure? Am I loser? Questions. Questions we ask ourselves, questions others make us think about. The kind you ask yourself as you stare in your bathroom mirror, wondering if what they say is true; wondering if what you're thinking about yourself right now is the truth. You'll try and push your stomach in, you'll try and hide your spots, hide the wrinkles that you think you see. You will do all this and pretend; pretend to be different, pretend that this person you're imagining is who you should be; is a person better than who you are right now.
Before you know it, you're looking at those
My Friend (true story) by wisteria-of-hysteria, literature
Literature
My Friend (true story)
I had this friend, I known her for about 9 years. When we met I was 7 years old and she was 8, I was alone on the playground and so she asked if I could play with her. A few years after in 6 grade, we were in separate class rooms , I was scared. But we still went to recess with her and lunch. Later on I got diagnosed with depression, anxiety and some other shit. Well, I never told her that, but when I was slowly drifting from everybody she asked what was wrong I let out everything. She was my only shoulder to cry on. The year after, 7th grade, she was also diagnosed with all the things that I had gotten but she had insomnia. Later on that yea
is this journal supposed to be like a diary or something..?its been about 2 or 3 years i'm in DA and this is my first journal..i really have no idea what to write though..and yeah, i have a bad grammatical error which usually i just ignore them if i'm too lazy to concern about it..well, what to say...in my real life i'm such a quite person..some of my siblings called me a mysterious person cause i was too quite even while gathering with my family members..i try to involved in the crowd but i just fail..i guess i like to listen more than talking..i love doing observation..n i like to represents my thought in words and art.. :) sometimes i real