He is stuck. Just stuck. Stuck in the middle. Between real friends and fake ones. Ones who will understand him, and accept him for the real him. Ones who will not understand him, and accept him for the fake him. He was so confused. He wanted something. He really wanted it. He wanted popularity. The decision was hard. Yet, he chose so quickly. He left those who loved him. He left those who cared for him. He left those who accepted him. He left the real him. He chose popularity.
MissAnna posted a quote
November 27, 2012 1:19pm UTC
SIX MONTHS AGO I was pleading you to stay. But you didn't. If you did, however, I would NOT HAVE FOUND OUT THAT THINGS DO EVENTUALLY GET BETTER. SOME days I miss you & all the talks we had. I still love you too, but I guess I JUST DON'T LIKE YOU ANYMORE. IT HAPPENS. I'M SORRY.
ImmaBeWitty posted a quote
October 27, 2012 12:13pm UTC
He was very SPECIAL. Someone you could ♥ SPOT IN THE MIDDLE OF A CROWD . Not only a looker, but a definite keeper. »»» SWEET, (♥) KIND, thoughtful. Your heart would melt when he looked at you. BUT... HE WAS ONLY HUMAN. nmf/mq
I don t understand I dont understand the point of popularity So you could ditch your real friends for fake ones? So you can bully others? So you can put others down for your own entertainment? So you can have boys drool all other you? So you have power? What is it? Tell me I would love to know And afterwards I'll show you all the scars you caused me The scars you cause everybody
Click on my profile. See that girl right there in the corner with the blue eyes and brown hair? That girl used to be so confident. She used to be able to just walk up and talk to people that she’s never met before. She used to tell everyone how she felt. She used to pour her heart out to the guys she liked. She used to be able to wear whatever she wanted and not cared about looking good. She used to not care about what people thought about her. She used to be loud. She used to be outgoing. Now she’s reserved. Now she has the confidence of a fly. Now she has to escape her life every day by blasting sad music. Now she finds it hard to talk to anyone but her 4 close friends. Now she can’t even say ‘hi’ to her crush. Now she worries about her weight and how she looks. Now she falls asleep to the horrible words that haunt her mind. Fat. Ugly. Worthless.Their voices echo in her mind until she falls asleep. Now she dreams of the day a guy will finally call her beautiful. That girl is me. And to be honest, I wish I could change everything about myself. Don’t let the smile fool you… saw on tumblr.
she is sad she is hurt she is dying she is alone she is lonley she is a mess she is judged she is suicidal she is stressed she is confused she is depressed she is misunderstood she is tired but still living she is hurt but won't show it she is screaming but is silent she is in pain but smiling she is me (OneDirection)