Well the happy didn't last that long....... why do I take little things and make them big.... why do my parents yell.... why do I feel so bad.... what do I always want to cry in the middle of class or in the middle of a store and not alone in my room...? Why don't I tell people about how I feel.... Why do I let things go and not confront them.... why am I so shy... why do I just take things in a cry.... I don't get it.... monica lets out her feelings... why can't I? Why do things change? And not just be perfect for a second so I can rest? Why am I so ugly like I am.... why is my voice so quiet... to sum it all up.... I just need one word... "why?"
 seashore_38 · Thu Jun 02, 2005 @ 05:44am · 2 Comments |
