__The Gal__

NAME:LE
 AGE:16
 SCHOOL:GMHS
__The Wishlist__
1) A Dr. Pepper
2) A CD player for my car, Williard Douglass
3) Sleep

__The Favs__
Books : Catcher in the Rye
Movies: The Notebook, Harry Potter series
Teachers: Mr. Sullivan!!
Quote : "Who ever said 'Nothing is impossible.' has never tried slamming a revolving door"

__The Songs__
#1 Song: Hands Down
Artist: Dashboard Confessional
#2 Song: Chasing Cars
Artist: Snow Patrol
#3 Song: Chariot
Artist: Gavin DeGraw

__The Links__
__The Friends__
__The Memories__

Juliana copyright.
__The Chats__


melody rampage

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Sometimes being a girl sucks to no end.

All I want to do is cry. Somehow, I just have to let this out. Talking about it never helps. Believe me, enough people know about my problems, however stupid they may be. Talking does nothing, words can't fix anything when there is nothing to be fixed, but everything is broken. What does it help to talk to someone about your problems with someone else, because you just can't bring your self to face the embarrassment of talking to that person? Of course being a girl doesn't help with this crap much...

Seeing as all I want to really do right now is cry, but the only time I can really start to cry is at school, there is nothing I can do. But at home, there is also no one to just listen to me cry. God that makes no sense. Seems selfish. But all I want is someone's shoulder who knows me who I can just cry on, and then I'll be ok. And normally crying on your mom's shoulder doesn't exactly do anything past the age of seven. I have no one right now, my house is empty. So I sit here, my face tear-streaked and my mascara running, and I think. That's all I can do. Think about what I want, think about what I don't want. Think about what I have, what I'll never have. Think about how I hide this, but don't want to hide it. Think about who I wish I could turn to, but can't. Think about my fear of my anger, and what it can do if it takes over. Think about who reads this. Think about what others think.


Ellie spilt her mind at: 5:35 PM