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JustLetIt_Rain
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April 10, 2012 9:08pm UTC

I feel bad for anybody that hasn't found a band that's made their heart beat faster, bring tears to their eyes, make them laugh, and feel so many things all at once, because it's literally the best feeling ever. I hope everyone finds that one special band.

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polinaagoldberg*
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March 11, 2012 10:09pm UTC

if you fave this
I'll write something that will make you smile on your profile
and I'll tell you your
soulmate's name
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Lish01
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March 7, 2012 5:44am UTC

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yourcool
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February 29, 2012 7:34pm UTC

Mom: LET'S GO I'M READY!
*ten minutes go by*
Mom: Are you ready yet?!
Me: I've been standing at the door waiting for you for ten minutes.
Mom: Ok, I just have to pee and change clothes and water the plants and feed the animals and cook dinner and swim the english channel.

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January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC

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kathryntrainor5
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February 13, 2012 4:00pm UTC

I like him.
He likes her.
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January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC

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teenager_posts
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February 9, 2012 9:34pm UTC

TeenagerPost#124
When someone says "You just make my day!" It makes my day.
nmf.nmq.

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JustLetIt_Rain
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February 5, 2012 12:25pm UTC

You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter ~ your suicide letter. You try again, start over ~ again and again, but you don’t know where to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you’re going through, you’re alone or at least that’s what you think. Nobody would care if you’re alive or not, you mean nothing to nobody. It’s night, and you slip into bed. ’Goodbye’ you whisper into the darkness. And with that, you take your last breath and end it all. Nobody cares, right? Well you thought wrong. It’s a Tuesday the following morning, and when it’s 7:21, your mother comes and knocks on your door. She doesn’t know you can’t hear her she doesn’t know you’re gone. She knocks a few more times, calling your name to open up. When there is no reply from your side of the door, she opens it and screams. She collapses on the ground while your dad rushes to your room. Your siblings have already left for school. Your very weak mother collects all the energy she’s got which is close to nothing to walk over to your bed. She leans over your dead body, crying, squeezing your hand, screaming. Your dad is trying to stay strong, but the tears escape his eyes; calling 000 or 911 with his left hand while his other one is on your mother’s back. Your mother blames herself. All those times she had said ‘no’ to you, all those times she had screamed at you, and sent you to your room over something stupid. Your father will blame himself for not being there for you when you asked for help, for being away from home at work for long. Nobody cares, right? 8:34. There’s a knock on your classroom door; it’s the school principle. She looks more worried than ever. She calls the teacher to the side; all the students worried: what’s going on? The principle then later announces about your suicide. The popular girl that always called you fat and ugly is now blaming herself. The kid that would always copy your homework but treat you like crap ~ he’s blaming himself. The boy that sits behind you ~ the one that always threw things at you during class ~ he’s blaming himself too. The teacher is blaming herself - for all those times she’d scream at you for forgetting your homework, or not listening in class. People are crying, screaming, shocked, in regret of what they did. They’ll all be devastated - even the kids you’ve never talked to before. Still nobody cares about you, right? Your siblings get home. Your mother has to tell them that you’re gone; forever. Your little sister ~ no matter how many times she’s screamed at you, told you she hated you and stole your stuff ~ always loved you, and saw you as her hero; her role model. She now starts to blame herself; why didn’t I do what she told me to do when she told me to? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not to? This is all my fault. Your brother gets home ~ the boy that never cries. He’s now in his room; mad at himself ~ he caused your death. All those times he’d played pranks on you. He’s punching holes in his wall, turning over things; he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you, right? Right? It has been over a month. The door to your room has been closed all this time. Everything is different now. Your brother has to be sent to anger management classes, your little sister cries everyday still waiting for you to come back. Everyday she waits for you to come back home. The popular girls have now turned anorexic. They don’t know how to deal with the pain that they’re feeling. Your father has depression; your mother hasn’t slept for nights it’s all her fault. She’s been crying and screaming every night wishing for you to come back. The boy who would always bother you dropped out of school. The boy that copied your homework now cuts. But nobody cares about you, aren’t I right? Your mother finally decides to go clean out your room. But she can’t do it. She’s locked herself in your room for two days to try to clean up your clothes, your things. But she can’t she can’t say goodbye to you, not yet, not now. Never. It’s your funeral. It’s a big one ~ everybody comes. No one knows what to say. The beautiful girl with the big smile is gone; you’re somewhere else. No one knows what to say, they’re all still shocked. Everyone cries, everyone misses you. They all wish you’d come back but you don’t, and you won’t. Still think nobody cares about you? Think again. Even if people don’t show it, they care about you, they love you. If you kill yourself today or any other day you won’t know just how much you meant to people. If you kill yourself today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the ones who know you for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way out - but it’s the wrong choice. Life is beautiful. Yes, it does have its ups and downs everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives like you’re probably going through now but bad times come and go. You might not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, or on your life. Take a minute now, and think. If you killed yourself ~ how would the people that love you feel/go through? Can’t think of anything? Well I’ll tell you: tears, tears, and more tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Miserable. If after reading this you still feel suicidal, there are people that can help you. I’m here for you whenever you need me, and I’ll be more than happy to listen to you and try to help you feel better. There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors ~ they’re all there for you whenever you need them.

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stfubrittany
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February 5, 2012 2:22am UTC

I want a relationship.
A real, pure, loving, honest relationship.
I'm not lonely or desperate,
I'm just ready.

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wishful
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February 1, 2012 5:24pm UTC

IT'S HARD TO KEEP A SECRET WHEN IT'S
WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR BODY.

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yourcool
posted a quote
February 1, 2012 3:39pm UTC

am i the only one who
has never had a valentine?

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ThatsSoMeee
posted a quote
February 1, 2012 2:39pm UTC

The worst sight
in the world
Is seeing your mom cry.

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pigglywiggly
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January 31, 2012 10:38pm UTC

I just don't fit in.

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lollipopx3
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January 23, 2012 8:26pm UTC

hauntingly beautiful
Chapter 4
I nibbled on my turkey sandwich, as I reviewed the notes I took this morning in chemistry.
The library was pitch quiet, as usual, since I was the only one who stayed in the library during lunch hours.
I didn't see a point in eating in the lunch room, since I would sit alone, as everyone pointed and whispered things about me.
Suddenly, the chair across from me scrapped.
My eyes flickered up cautiously, as Hunter leaned agaisnt the table, giving me a sly grin.
I was still pretty flushed from our intense moment this morning.
I could still feel his hand burning on my wrists, as he pressed his body agaisnt mine, forcing me to look up at his blazing blue eyes.
Immediately, my eyes narrowed away from his.
"I was looking for you at lunch." he spoke.
I felt my palms getting sweaty, as I gulped.
"O-oh." I stuttered, still avoiding the sharp look in his eyes.
"Why do you come to the library during lunch?" he pressed.
Because of your idiotic friends.
"I-I just need to study. I'm falling behind in my classes." I lied.
It wasn't true, honestly.
Not that I was trying to brag, but I had a perfect 4.0 GPA.
But, I needed a good excuse to tell Hunter.
"I should join you more often. I'm not so good in chemistry, either." he smiled, taking a short glance at my notes.
I twisted my lips, sighing in defeat.
"Yeah, you should." I muttered, trying not to sound too sarcastic.
Suddenly, his hand came in contact with my cheeks, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ears.
"Why do you put your hair up all the time?" he said, gesturing towards my messy bun.
I swallowed, as I I blushed from insecurity.
"I-I didn't mean it like that!" he suddenly defended, noticing my flushed face.
I bit my lip, as I shook my head. "No, don't apologize. I understand."
Hunter shook his dark hair out of his face, smacking himself on the forehead.
"What I meant was," he paused, "you have really nice hair. I'm just curious to see what it would look like if it was down."
That didn't help, at all.
I could feel my cheeks becoming into an unpleasant shade of scarlet red.
Hunter groaned. "I should shut up now, shouldn't I?"
A small smile appeared from my face, as I bit my lip down to avoiding it from spreading wider.
"Yeah." I softly spoke.
Hunter's rosy lips curved, as his eyes began to light up.
The warning bell suddenly rang, as my eyes glanced towards the clock.
I began to gather all of my stuff, pushing myself off the chair.
"Are you going to class now? Do you want me to walk you?" Hunter offered.
I shook my head. "No, thanks."
Hunter frowned, as his eyebrows furrowed together in disappointment.
The class bell started to ring, as I began to speed walk out of the library.
My next English class was two floors up from here!
"I've got to go." I muttered, as I brushed by Hunter swiftly.
Hunter held my wrists, as he turned me around.
A familiar burning sensation shot up my spine, as my cheeks turned bright red.
"Do you think we could hang out after school today?" he smoothly asked.
I tensed, as my shoulders went stiff and square.
"M-maybe." I stuttered.
Hunter gave me a small smile, before releasing my arm.
"I'll wait for you out at the parking lot." he said.
I hesitantly nodded, as I began to sprint to class.
I weaved my way through a crowd of people, as they all turned and gave me dirty looks.
As I took a seat in English just in time, the teacher began her lesson for the day.
Midway through class, chatter began to fill the room while the teacher was out printing worksheets.
A few girls who I recognized stormed up to my desk, placing their manicured nails flat out.
"Hi, Hayden, right?" a fiery red head asked.
I stared up at her, trying to hide my fear, as I nodded weakly.
She snickered, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
She smiled, as her over glossed lips stretched across her face into a fake, and painful smile.
"Nice you meet you, I'm Maddi.So, we were all just wondering," she pointed to her two followers behind her. "What were you doing with Hunter this morning?"
I stared at her blankly, before giving her a slight shrug.
I saw her icy blue eyes twitch, as they became full of envy and rage.
"Well, whatever it was, I want you to stay away from him. Or, you'll pay the consequences, okay?"
I removed eye contact with her, as I sulked down in my seat.
The teacher returned, as she urged the girls to go back to their seats.
Maddi threw me a smirk, before sitting down with firm posture in her seat.

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lollipopx3
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January 19, 2012 9:15pm UTC

hauntingly beautiful
Chapter 3
I trailed my lean fingers against the blue frame, which held a picture of my brother.
Cameron was so young and innocent.
The picture in the frame was the only one I had of him; it was his sixth grade school picture.
I remember him asking me to help him tousle his brown hair that morning.
Cameron's eye catching smile lit up the picture, as his brown eyes sparkled against the blue backdrop.
Why did Cameron have to be the one to go?
Why not me?
"Hayden?" a soft voice called from the outside of my bedroom door.
I immediately shoved the picture fram back into my bottom drawer, under my piles of shirts.
I sat casually against my soft pillow, flipping a book to a random page.
My oak bedroom door suddenly swept open, as my adoptive mother, Ruth, leaned against the doorframe.
Her rosy pink lips spread into a grin, as she eyed the book in my hand.
"You're a fan of Shakespeare, too?" she asked.
I wasn't, to be honest.
Romeo and Juliet was the closet thing near me to flip open to.
But, I nodded, afraid of hurting her feelings.
She laughed lightly. "Well, are you ready for school?"
"Yes." I said, gesturing to my book bag, which was zipped and packed on the floor.
"Well, you should start heading out now. A friend of yours is waiting outside." she squealed.
Romeo and Juliet fell from my hands, as a frown plastered across my face.
A friend?
I didn't have any friends.
"Who?" I asked cautiously.
Ruth's perfectly plucked eyebrows furrowed together in concentration.
"Why, I'm not sure. I forgot to ask!" she cried. "But, it's a boy."
I hopped off of my bed, as I made my way over towards the windows.
I peeked outside of my curtains, as my eyes widened at the sight.
Hunter was leaning patiently agaisnt his black BMW, twirling his car keys with his index finger.
What was Hunter doing here?
I don't remember requesting for a car ride to school.
"Do you recognize the boy?" Ruth asked, speaking over my shoulder.
I gulped, as I nodded.
Ruth smiled, as she patted my back gently. "Well, you should get going! You don't want to keep a fine boy like him waiting for too long!"
She handed me my book bag, as I opened my mouth to argue.
Before I could even say a word, Ruth's hand was lightly pulling mine down the stairs.
"Have a great day at school, honey!" she beamed, sending me out the front door.
I staggered on the front steps, as Ruth closed the door on me.
I squeezed my eyes tightly, as I turned around.
Facing me was an amused Hunter, getting up from the hood of his car.
"Is Sleeping Beauty finally awake?" he smiled.
I nodded, as he opened the passanger door for me.
As soon as he slid in the drivers seat, he turned to me with a frown across his perfect face.
"How come you never speak to me?"
I stared at my fingers, as I began to nervously play with them.
I didn't want him to get the wrong impression of me.
"Sorry." I whispered.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see his red lips twitching upwards.
I almost smiled myself when I saw that it had reached his beautiful blue eyes.
"That's better." he paused. "You should talk more. Your voice is beautiful."

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