Just saw this on twitter, and edited it to make it worthy of Tumblr. -.- Potterheads, abuse her. http://twitter.com/iADOREjBieberM
Emo post.
Wrote all of these the other morning.
What did she do wrong? And why’d she do that stuff? It pained her, but she knew it: she wasn’t good enough.
He’d never love her back, and she felt so devastated. She wondered how it would’ve been if at least, for once, they dated.
He never wanted her, and nobody would any longer. It was at this point she realized her depression had never been stronger.
She’d wake up, still unloved, each day after day. She’d always be alone; the feeling never went away.
She loved him, he didn’t do it back, it just wasn’t fair. Should she try to talk to him? No; she wouldn’t dare.
He was way too good for her, it got extremely obvious. But if he ever got to know her, there could be lust, love, and trust.
He had no idea what he was missing. To think: by now, they could be kissing. Why didn’t he ever talk to her? The chance passed by more&more.
What would it be like if they had talked tonight. Her mood would be bright. She’d feel such delight.
Too bad that won’t happen, it’ll never be true. It’s the harshest realization known to man; they’re far too good for you.
She should just forget him. She deserved someone much better. But as he ran across her mind, her eyes, then cheeks, got wetter.
He had to leave her mind. It didn’t happen… She tried so hard. “Why am I”, she asked herself, “such a fucking retard”.
She dug her nails into her skin, and then pulled slightly down. Nothing could make her forget him, and wipe away her frown.
7 cuts became 8, and 8 became 9. The pain was so great: she felt so alive.
She knew his love for her didn’t exist but she knew that she could make it. Guys liked happy girls, she thought. Then she smiled.(Faked it.)
She looked in the mirror, and thought, “you disgust me”. She could never, as hard as she tried, be who she wanted to be.
She wanted to be perfect. Yes. Perfection was key. But once again a thought of great depression came; “he will never love me”.
She tried so hard to be what he wanted. So hard, but failed each time. Every single flaw she had kept rushing through her mind.
“He will never love you”. She thought this again and again. She wished that they could be, if not even more, friends.
