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I'm not really sure if i should really treat this one as a piece of writing. This actually just started off as me ranting in my journal on DA. But I really like the last paragraph and the last line. I like all the metaphors and stuff. This is one of the very few pieces I have that's from my heart.



When I was a little girl, I always dreamed of having the life you see on TV. You know what I'm talking about; the life where the girl always has a best friend who she does everything with. I always wanted that kind of best friend. One where I could call up in the middle of the night in tears because my boyfriend dumped me, and she would just come over to comfort me. One who would invite me when our group of friends were going to the movies. I always wanted a best friend who meant more than just a school buddy to me. I wanted one that I could love as a sister, and I wanted to feel that no matter what I did she would always be there for me. Instead, I got a group of friends who barely acknowledge my presence. Is it because I'm gay? Is it because I don't have all the latest styles in my closet? Is it because I'm quiet? I could always be loud if you want me to. I have that ability. I can be fun; I really can. Why won't anybody just give me a chance?

When I was a little girl, life wasn't so ******** up; it was actually kind of good. I'm no longer a little girl; I no longer have the ability to feel happiness. Candy does not bring a smile upon my face anymore. I was soaring through life like nobody would believe, and then the hunter had to shoot me. Now, I'm falling. I'm falling down and down into the depths of the blue ocean. I match the water like camouflage. I'm invisible to everyone but the fish who are eating me alive; soon I will die.

If only someone could hear my cries...