KialaSohma

leaving me, starting when i was five leaving and coming back, leaving and coming back taking care of katon anger, so angry, so upset kids call me stupid and ugly, getting angrier, crying at night no one can hear that (thank god) kindergarten through sixth grade being the worst stopped eating not really about being thin, just being desired never done anything with a guy that wasn't at least 2 yrs older drug addict summer fling, (i was 12) crazed boyfriend, controlling, bipolar (i was 13/14) hello carolanne, hello makeup, hello person i want to see in the mirror highschool boys everywhere, mainly juniors corey, chris, john, luis

degrading ... everyone in society most ... going to silent addictions while eating, vomiting, starving, cutting, breaking ... the pain hoping ... that it will stop glad ... for a distraction making ... excuses & denying ... the problem

moonlight through the trees refracting off the water bending in the air creating a picture lovely to the end shaping something there barely visible- yet perfectly seen and justly known as a mythical being- possibly. but what if it was so real so real it was there even when we couldn't see the being the physical light? but what if we felt it and just knew that it was real?

everything that you want to know is apparent, it's all right in front of you clearly displayed for anyone to decode a simple picture a unique one each says something different laugh lines say humor fingernails say nervous makeup says superficial arms that display art say creativity or unattentive bags under eyes say restless and night owl despite long days eyes say bold and friendly legs say runner dyed hair says fake weight says too thin bra says too small shoes say too big grades say stupid or brilliant at times people say bitch, racist, girl, slut others say friend, sister, daughter, artist, writer, lover it's however