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Category: Life
Sometimes when I've had an awful day I ache home and change into pajamas, tears rolling down my cheeks and my mascera a mess.
I turn on sad music and stand a corner, facing the wall. I imagine myself calling someone important to me (yes, someone like you) and letting them know I've had a bad day, trying to be strong and choking back tears as I spill everything over the phone like they do in the movies.
I never do. I instead cry in the corner of my room while the sad melodies play behind me.
I know it doesn't help me. I know my night will be filled with bouts of sadness and tears and discheveled hair.
I would tell you. But I don't want you to worry about me. I am an angst filled teenager, afterall. Or not angst filled; just a teenager.
I wish I could run to you. I could. And you'd let me. But I'd never let myself. I am used to fending for things on my own. "Mysterious" keeps secrets afterall.
 | Currently listening: No Depression By Uncle Tupelo Release date: 15 April, 2003 |
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