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mosaicheartache
mosaicheartache
Canadian just a lonely, confused, average, hormonal teenage girl trying to make sense of the unknown
They say a mark of a true writer is being able to write about feelings they've never felt so vividly and accurately that no one would ever think the writer didn't know what they were talking about. I beg to differ. I find it much easier to write about meeting a beautiful boy by chance, bumping into him at a cafe after spilling my drink on him, getting to know each other after I offer to buy him a coffee as a hopeful apology. I find it much easier to write about a perfect family, one that rarely fights and is always enjoying themselves. I find it much easier to write about having friends who idolize you and aim to mimic your every move and entertain your every whim. I find it much easier to write myself into lives I will never be able to live, than sit down with my own experiences and write about the lonely broken hearted soul with a family who couldn't care less and friends who don't exist. I find it much easier to write about feelings I've never felt and places I've never been and people I've never loved. Taking my own life to the pen is something I'm scarcely able to do.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 4:34 AM UTC
The Mark of a Writer?
*You never loved me You only pretended to You only thought you did Or If you did love me, at one point You don't anymore Why would you I'm no longer that naive, Innocent Happy girl. I'm broken and lonely & since you are too Why would you want me to love you.*
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
June 21st, 2013; 11:44 PM.
I guess I'm so tired Of trying so hard & never accomplishing anything I guess I'm just exhausted It takes too much energy to love everyone & try to be there for them & I wish I knew what do do (for once) I wish I wasn't such a mess I wish I had everything figured out But who am I kidding Wishes don't come true Especially not mine Why would they? I don't deserve it I don't deserve any of it What have I done, To be worth something? (nothing) I am nothing I give nothing I just take and take and take & destroy every good thing in my life & self destruct. Every night.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
June 19th, 2013; 8:11 PM.
I never thought you would.. I didn't think they were.. I'm sure she still loved y- I know I did. I'm sure it's no.. I can't imagine.. Darling, I was all y- She was not. I never would've.. She did. You picked the wrong.. Your loss. I still love.. I always.. I don't.. No. No. No.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
Incomplete Thoughts