A friend of mine was so obsessed with depressing books that she would nonstop tell me her favourite lines from them. I remember one 'The thing about pain, it demands to be felt'. Never before have I felt something more true.
I feel like I lost everything, before I felt like I was missing a piece of myself, now there is no piece that belongs to me, they've all discentegrated.
'You think we should send him to a therapist?'
'I think it'd be best honey from the looks of it'.
UGGH. I'm already breaking and now I'll have to break in front of people. Awesome.
Hesitantly, I think.
Maybe this is what I need, not what I want but what I need.
How could anybody expect me to forget her? When she is the one that gave me the most to remember.
Desperate to cope.
I scribble the pain onto things that can't hold its weight.
Dear Emaline,
You are to me what the sun is to the moon.
How am I supposed to shine when you're gone?
You're silence is too loud in my ears.
I'm begging for mercy, please.
Doesn't your heart stop everytime my name drops?
Or am I just another grain in the sand to you?
I can close my eyes to things I don't want to see,
but I can't close my eyes to things I don't want to feel.
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The Things We Do For Happiness
Teen FictionThis book is about a boy named Arlo, who is a teenager but unfortunately has had a very tough childhood, his mom left at about the age of twelve and now he lives with his abusive dad who couldn't care less about him. He's best friends with this girl...
