The name? Becky.
Age? 15.
Height? 5'4.5''
Weight? 121 lbs.
Seem like a normal girl to you?
Aha, you got jokes, mister.
...You think I'm kidding?...
Well, let me take you through a normal school day:
Advisory. - I sit in the back of the room, waiting for the bell.
Science. - I'm ignored by my science partner, and everyone else.
Social Studies. - I write in my S.S. journal about China, or whatever the fuck subject we're on, and get stared at by the preps,wanna-be Barbies,jocks,geeks,posers, and soon-to-be-drop outs, and occasionally get a piece of some-odd junk thrown at me.
~ Snack ~ I get an apple. Big whoop.
Math. - I sit with my friends, but still get stared at by people. The teacher winks at me, looks at my legs, wishing I would open them so he could look up my dress at my underwear, and touches me every chance he gets.
English. - I sit in a corner in the back, everyone ignoring me. Even the teacher.
~ Lunch. ~ I get my bowl of salad and look around for Shane so I can sit with him, and listen to him tell me about his new boyfriend, or some cute guy he saw.
Art. - ...You get the point, right?
Now, a typical day at home:
I come home from school. Grab a juicebox, an apple, whilst blocking my mum's screams out of my head. My brother taunts me, pisses me off, and then I go to my room and cry over him getting me mad.
Through-out while I'm at home...I'm either on the computer, crying, or doing some random shit that takes my mind of suicide.
I am NOT normal.
I am an outcast.
A freak.
A loser.
An idiot.
The most messed-up chick on the face of the Earth.
Don't let this fake smile get to your brain.
Don't let me fool you into thinking I'm okay.
Because, NEWSFLASH...I'm never okay.
I never will BE okay.
Even at this moment, this very moment, I am not okay.
Just don't let me fool you.
At all.
I am not ~ Normal. ~
I am never ~ Okay. ~
Age? 15.
Height? 5'4.5''
Weight? 121 lbs.
Seem like a normal girl to you?
Aha, you got jokes, mister.
...You think I'm kidding?...
Well, let me take you through a normal school day:
Advisory. - I sit in the back of the room, waiting for the bell.
Science. - I'm ignored by my science partner, and everyone else.
Social Studies. - I write in my S.S. journal about China, or whatever the fuck subject we're on, and get stared at by the preps,wanna-be Barbies,jocks,geeks,posers, and soon-to-be-drop outs, and occasionally get a piece of some-odd junk thrown at me.
~ Snack ~ I get an apple. Big whoop.
Math. - I sit with my friends, but still get stared at by people. The teacher winks at me, looks at my legs, wishing I would open them so he could look up my dress at my underwear, and touches me every chance he gets.
English. - I sit in a corner in the back, everyone ignoring me. Even the teacher.
~ Lunch. ~ I get my bowl of salad and look around for Shane so I can sit with him, and listen to him tell me about his new boyfriend, or some cute guy he saw.
Art. - ...You get the point, right?
Now, a typical day at home:
I come home from school. Grab a juicebox, an apple, whilst blocking my mum's screams out of my head. My brother taunts me, pisses me off, and then I go to my room and cry over him getting me mad.
Through-out while I'm at home...I'm either on the computer, crying, or doing some random shit that takes my mind of suicide.
I am NOT normal.
I am an outcast.
A freak.
A loser.
An idiot.
The most messed-up chick on the face of the Earth.
Don't let this fake smile get to your brain.
Don't let me fool you into thinking I'm okay.
Because, NEWSFLASH...I'm never okay.
I never will BE okay.
Even at this moment, this very moment, I am not okay.
Just don't let me fool you.
At all.
I am not ~ Normal. ~
I am never ~ Okay. ~
- Last seen on Jul 23 10:10 AM. Member since April 3.
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, and quote is "Slit my throat. See me cry. Hold my hand. Watch me die.". - I am a 15 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Singing, reading, hanging with friends..
- I am in the groups GSA Gay Straight Alliance, Night Sky, Waking Up To You
- I have 441 comments, 38 stories, 2 journals
My Stories
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Hey, this is Becca's brother, Jon. She will most likely not be on the computer that much. She fainted at 3-ish, and I had to take her to the hospital.1<100 words, 10 comments, July 22
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400 words, 24 comments, July 18
My journal entries
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I feel like he's slipping away ...Like, our conversations are so different in a way I can't describe. Could it be that I'm just not used to someone loving me ? Or...Is he ACTUALLY slipping . I don't want to think that...But, is it possible. It makes me cry to think he might be slipping . I wish itJune 22, In Depression, Diary, Life, Love, My life, My own personal thoughts, Pain, Personal, Sad. 200 words. → 2 comments, Add one?
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So, here I go with this... 1 I AM PISSED. 2 Not just mad... P-I-S-S-E-D! 3 There's this chick going around telling everyone that I'm trying to steal her boyfriend when...I'M DATING LUKE! 4 Seriously, WTF?! 5 6 .....May 31, In Pissed. 200 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
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