Silence has always been my loudest scream.
I think and think and write and write and slowly, it drives me insane but I still keep quiet. I still don't speak all those words. Why? Because I'm a little scared of what comes after. Scratch that – I'm terrified of social confrontation. I'm scared of saying something wrong, drawing attention to myself and I'm scared of being judged. But most of all, I'm scared of not being understood.
The way everyone looked at me, the way everyone talked about me...I felt like a human error. I felt like someone who doesn't belong – just because of what other people said; just because other people wanted to put me down. And worst of all, I let them get to me. Every. Single. Day.
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All Those Words
Teen FictionCalysta Harmon lives with her God parents after her father died when she was younger. The Harmons' are known for taking in 'problem children' which leaves Calysta with three younger sisters and a brother, all with their own issues. Calysta is beaut...
