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Attention whore. That's what you call me.
Am I really? I'm usually the one girl who sits quietly in the back of the classroom, and rarely participates in public. I'm the one who hates to be on the spotlight with questions, who cries silently when someone berates her. I hardly ever ask for anything, but for you to listen when I feel like talking. Whether it be serious or not, a pair of loyal ears is a good thing to have.
And you. You started to pull me out of that hellish shell I locked myself in years ago. I loved you. You loved me. We were happy, being the only two peas in a humongous pod. I let you take whatever you wanted of me, and I didn't ask for much in return. I didn't need your body or materials. I just wanted a space in your heart, that secluded place no one had ever seen before. I thought I was selfish to ask so much of you. I thought I was asking too much, for someone who pulled me out of my personal hell.
But then wait. When I want a little more attention than usual, you haul-off? And call me that dirty word? How is that justified and fair in anyway? Now, thanks to you, I'm once again the girl who sits quietly in the back of the room. I've moved to different people, different friends, different faces, different places, but I still can't replace you. I hate that. I'm bitter now, on top of everything else. Satisfied yet? This is what you've created. Happy with your little monster? Did you just want someone to be lonelier and more unhappy than you? It would have been better if you had left me in that hell. I would have gladly taken that over this... this... doll I am now.
Attention whore. That's not what I'd use to describe myself.
No, I'd use broken...
Am I really? I'm usually the one girl who sits quietly in the back of the classroom, and rarely participates in public. I'm the one who hates to be on the spotlight with questions, who cries silently when someone berates her. I hardly ever ask for anything, but for you to listen when I feel like talking. Whether it be serious or not, a pair of loyal ears is a good thing to have.
And you. You started to pull me out of that hellish shell I locked myself in years ago. I loved you. You loved me. We were happy, being the only two peas in a humongous pod. I let you take whatever you wanted of me, and I didn't ask for much in return. I didn't need your body or materials. I just wanted a space in your heart, that secluded place no one had ever seen before. I thought I was selfish to ask so much of you. I thought I was asking too much, for someone who pulled me out of my personal hell.
But then wait. When I want a little more attention than usual, you haul-off? And call me that dirty word? How is that justified and fair in anyway? Now, thanks to you, I'm once again the girl who sits quietly in the back of the room. I've moved to different people, different friends, different faces, different places, but I still can't replace you. I hate that. I'm bitter now, on top of everything else. Satisfied yet? This is what you've created. Happy with your little monster? Did you just want someone to be lonelier and more unhappy than you? It would have been better if you had left me in that hell. I would have gladly taken that over this... this... doll I am now.
Attention whore. That's not what I'd use to describe myself.
No, I'd use broken...
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Listen, I'm gonna say this after getting raged hard on, okay? This is not my ACTUAL life. Yes, 'tis based off my life. The best authors and writers base their stuff off of their real lives, at least a little bit, right? So of course I did, too. This really did happen to me, to some extent. I have LONG past moved on, I just felt like writing it for all the people who have gone through something similar. A way to help people, and moral support, and all that, okay? So STOP RAGING ON ME, AMERICAN-8ITCH, DAMMIT. (That's one of the bitches, by the way Kthnksbai)
EDIT EDIT:
Oh... oh my gosh.... You guys! I can't thank you guys enough for all the favs and views! I'm sorry that I won't be able to thank you all personally, and reply to all of your lovely comments. Just know that I read Every. Single. One.
Thank you again! And one of you guys even told me that you found this through the front page!!!!! And I just found it on the second page of most popular, the only literature!! Ohmygosh thank you!!
Listen, I'm gonna say this after getting raged hard on, okay? This is not my ACTUAL life. Yes, 'tis based off my life. The best authors and writers base their stuff off of their real lives, at least a little bit, right? So of course I did, too. This really did happen to me, to some extent. I have LONG past moved on, I just felt like writing it for all the people who have gone through something similar. A way to help people, and moral support, and all that, okay? So STOP RAGING ON ME, AMERICAN-8ITCH, DAMMIT. (That's one of the bitches, by the way Kthnksbai)
EDIT EDIT:
Oh... oh my gosh.... You guys! I can't thank you guys enough for all the favs and views! I'm sorry that I won't be able to thank you all personally, and reply to all of your lovely comments. Just know that I read Every. Single. One.
Thank you again! And one of you guys even told me that you found this through the front page!!!!! And I just found it on the second page of most popular, the only literature!! Ohmygosh thank you!!
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