you left.

have you gotten home safely?

i miss you.

i want your hugs again.



please come back soon...

before it gets worse...

i watched you stand around.

the snow was falling around you.

your smile.

was everything.

your cheeks were so rosy red.

and you walked away.

.

and i saw you

.

standing next to her.


i really thought i was over her by then.

and i felt my heart,

d r o p .


i really wasnt anything to you right.

you.

the girl.

i really wasnt anything to you.



i thought we had something.

that we could be friends.

but g o d.

i really wasnt anything towards you.


and i missed seeing your rosy cheeks in the glistening snow.

bro it's been what now, 8 years?

8. *******. years.

i still like you.


just been shoving it down for the longest time.


i know you dont feel the same way.


so.

i made this account for us.

to tell people how much i loved you

how you were mine

without you knowing.

i bragged and bragged on how my girlfriend is the best

how she’s amazing.

how she makes my day by just smiling.



and she’s gone.

i’ve lost all of my safe spots.

i can hear your sobs behind the door.

are you okay?

how does someone tell the authorities that their father is abusive without getting said father arrested

i’m one month clean.

soon to be ruined because it’s unhealthy and i’m all about slowing killing myself.  


brb. . .

going to throw up . . .

one dinner. just one ******* meal PLEASE i just want to have one meal without hearing you curse me under your breath.

yes my brother spilled his drink.

ONE ******* SPILL.

one.

spilled.

soda.

that’s what ******* set you off huh


THATS IT??

crying my ******* eyes out because

all i wish is to be okay.

i just want to be ******* okay

i want to know how it feels like to be in a loving family.

where i have both parents.

where my father isn’t abusive

where my mother isn’t struggling.


where i’m- loved.


and now, i tremble at the sound of footsteps walking by.

trembling, shaking, as i hear the shouting.

it’s my fault isn’t it

if i weren’t born none of this would happen.


none.


of.


it.


now here i am.

sobbing in the bathroom.

locking myself in the bathroom.


hoping i could at least figure out how to survive.


i just need to survive

move out when i’m 18,

think i’m crazy?

if only you ******* knew what happens at home.


all i really feels by now is pain and sadness.

because mine are just useless pieces of writing that i think of during class.

you agree, i think.


i mean i should be doing math instead of looking at you

You.

I ******* love you.

I like you.

You have a girlfriend.

Oh well.

I love the feeling of knowing I have a girl's heart wrapped around my fingers.

The feeling of being loved.

Just knowing that someone's mine,

and that I'm her's.



I don't have that anymore.


Cause she left.


She left me.

Small pecks on the cheek,

Small pecks on the neck,

Small pecks on the lips.


Blushing.


Oh, how I miss that feeling?

I miss that rush.

That rush of love.


Feelings.


Just knowing that someone loves me.


I love it so.

I want to feel that again.

She misses being kissed.

Does that mean SHE wants you back?

That she misses you?

That she wants your relationship back?

You, have a boyfriend.

But you, also miss her kisses.

You want her back.

You miss her.

You WANTED the relationship back.


But YOU, have a boyfriend.

AND, that boyfriend means everything to you.


He means everything to YOU.

But you COULDN’T do anything to hurt him.

You wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

Because you love him so much.


So you picked up your phone,

wrote out “I’m sorry.”

Sent.

DELIVER.


The End.

he was ******* with me and was joking.

im crying but i got the best present ever

you made me fall for you.

i did.

so ******* hard.

what-

why-

i thought you loved me back.

it really was fake huh michael.

those i love yous

those i wanna hug yous.

michael i ******* love you.


and i didn't think that it would mean nothing.

but,


thanks for the rejection anyway..

michael, is it fake?

I,

a biological female,

I have nothing.

Everyone else?

Had $20+ spent on them.

I have nothing

Christmas shouldn't be about gifts.

It's about the thought.

The care.

That's what counts.

NO ONE CARES.

NO ONE EVER ******* THOUGHT ABOUT ME.

IF YOU ******* CARED,

YOU WOULD'VE AT LEAST WRITTEN A CARD.

SAID MERRY CHRISTMAS.

GAVE ME A HUG.

BUT I GOT NOTHING.

NOT EVEN A SMILE.

NOT EVEN A LOOK IN THE EYES.

AM I INVISIBLE?

******* TELL ME NOW AM I INVISIBLE?


sure as hell feels like it.

Moaning.

She aches for his soft touch on her delicate body.

He pecks her neck softly, holding her close in bed.

I'm sorry. My best isn't good enough. When I try, I don't try hard enough apparently.


I'm sorry. I shouldn't be happy. BECAUSE WHENEVER IM ******* HAPPY SOMEONE SAYS **** TO ME TO MAKE ME FEEL BAD. WHY CANT I BE HAPPY WITHOUT YOU ******* ON ME *******

no one:

me: this is all i'm allowing myself to eat today

Thank you,
I'll say goodbye soon.

Though it's the end of the world,

I still love you.

And since it's true,

I'll surround you and

give life to a world that's our own.




Help me.

I'll say goodbye now.

Since it's the end of the world.

Don't blame yourself.




And if I love you,

I'll hug you.

And never let go.






WAIT!

Don't leave,

We could be free.

Nothing would stop us now.

Nothing WILL stop us now.

Even if it's the end of the world,

I'll surround you.

And give life to a world, that's our own!

I could never live without you.


Let's be free.

I will save you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Let's run away

with no plan.

Let's not say goodbye now.

It's the end of the world.

And make our own world.

I'll miss you.

I'm sorry.

Does it ******* up?

Pfft, probably.

Though it doesn't do **** when I drink it.

I ******* love you as a friend.

Honestly, one of the best internet friends I’ve ever met, and guess what?

You’re friends with people at my school and you know we exist.

One in a ******* million.

I could meet you, the first one I’ve ever met.

We’re both gay ******* going through school, dealing with absolute ****.

We live hundreds and hundreds of miles apart, but *******,

You’re so close yet so far.

Please... don't find me.

I want to keep my hole to myself

Go away.

How could I forget the first time I met you?

How could I forget you?

I can't.

I don't

and I won't.

I've made her mad, haven't I?

A sun, shining bright into her eyes.

She opened them, cooing at her mother, laying in the hospital bed.

A little girl has been born,

but she has yet to find out what will happen.

Little Soleil will no longer,

feel.

My name.

RSW

Robin, Robbie.

Soleil, Sol

Wilds.


Robbie Soleil Wilds.

It's an odd name, though unique.

Be thankful, they say.

What is there to be thankful for?

SOMEONE JUST HELP ME PLEASE I HAVE NOTHING. NOTHING AT ALL.

HOW DID I SPEND MY "THANKSGIVING?" I SLEPT AND WORKED.

WHY?

BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE IN THIS ******* HOUSEHOLD HAS A BRAIN AND THEY DON'T MAKE ANY MONEY.

I just thought that this year might've been different.

Where is home?

What is home?

Where in the ******* world would make me feel at home?

Nowhere.

Just, please.

I want to feel at home for once.

To feel as if I won't get beat.

To feel like I can walk in and be fed.

We're all just labels on legs.

Where is it?

Flying through the wonderland forest,

Growing flowers everywhere they touch,

Fairies.

I want to be one.

I want to be free.

And if I die?

Am I young?

Too young to be writing these things?

No.

I'm not.

You don't know what I've been through.

You don't know what happens at home.

You don't know anything about me.

Yes, I'm 14.

Fourteen.

Not even of legal age.

But, you have to understand that I,

I've gone through ****.

You don't know anything.

Don't assume anything.

I'm broken.

Shattered.

Weak.

I just-

Need help.

Daddy's drinking again.

When will he stop?

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I want my mummy back.

Am I a girl?

Or a boy?

Mummy says I'm a girl.

Mummy won't believe me when I tell her that I feel like a boy.

Me,

Now,

A boy?

I wanna be a boy.

I am a boy.

A short,

Feminine,

Transgender,

Boy.

I'm not a girl.

Is Robin a girl's name?

My name has been Robin ever since I was born.

Mummy says that only girls' names are pretty,

that only girls wear makeup,

that only girls wear dresses and skirts,

I don't like that.

I don't like wearing them either.

My name isn't pretty.

I am a boy.

I am a boy.