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How it feelsI feel so alone, just me and myselfHow it feels
no one to talk to no one to be with
The one i want to talk to I can never get
i want to tell her How much pain it inflicts
But how to tell her, how bad it hurts
saying I feel like a dog Neglected by his owner
Needing attention, Someone to play ball,
Sometimes i dont get it, How life seems to be,
How people are, How people treat me
I want you to know this, Somehow and some way,
I dont know how yet, Maybe someday.
The Alabaster Rose part 5“Hey Kale, how’s your day going?” I asked as I walked into creative writing.The Alabaster Rose part 5
“Well, I woke up this morning, so it must be going pretty good” he replied with a smirk on his face.
“Ha. Very funny” I said. “Thanks for noticing.” Ugh. Why couldn’t I think of a sassy come back like that every once in a while. “Ok class,” Mr. Monte started, “Today we are going to start a new project. You are to write down in detail everything about one of your dreams last night. I will explain what we are going to do with those papers when you are finished. You may begin.
The Alabaster Rose part 4RING, RING Ugh dammit I fell asleep. At least I didn’t get caught. I grabbed my belongings and left the room. *sigh* Nothing exciting ever happens to me. I mean, can’t I have one little ounce of happiness for once? It seems like all the kids with their lovers in the hall have more excitement than me, and I should have the most exciting life in the world. Three of my family members are famous, five are druggies and all are party animals. You would think I would be drunk off my ass having the time of my life. False. Instead I linger the halls, acting like I am looking for someone when in reality there is no one to look for. You mightThe Alabaster Rose part 4
| Im a photographer. I carry a 35mm Camera with film. Yes, film. I love developing pictures. Its only black and white though. I do all sorts of pictures. Action shots, close ups, just random things. Im a freshman. Im taking advanced photography. Thats where i use the darkroom. (Not bathroom) I just love photography. Cya |
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Yah, I was here... No one cares though.
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the chances are slim...
or so it would seem
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Yah, I was here... No one cares though.
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the chances are slim...
or so it would seem
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Yah, I was here... No one cares though.
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