Young Writers Society

A guy is stalking me... And I don't know what he wants with me...*sob*

We struggle to make a living, but we die anyway. Every living thing on this planet has some kind of trouble to face. Every living thing has a problem to worry about. We all-humans and animals-struggle to live in this rotten world, when in the end, no matter how much effort we put into living, we leave this earth and decay six feet under.
So why must I sit here and cry everyday, go out and act like everything is fine, but in the end, no matter how much I tried, I'm going to die?
No one lives forever.

Here's another thing to rant about.
Trust.
It's so hard to trust someone, especially if you're someone like me and get paranoid very easily. No matter if you trust someone, you don't know what's going through their heads. You don't know what their really doing. You don't know what kind of secrets they hold in their heart that they don't tell you.
That's the thing.
You don't know everything about a person, even if you want to persuade yourself into believing so.
It hurts, when you trust someone and they end up breaking you apart. It hurts when you want to trust someone badly, but you just aren't sure.
So many people tell you many different things, but you can't decide which one is true and which one is false.

They say 'when you fall it only makes you stronger'.
I think I've fallen one too many times. Maybe this time, I can't get myself back up.

It just suddenly struck me how lucky I am. My family is rich, I have awesome parents and brothers and relatives, smarts run in the family, and everyone actually cares for each other. As for friends, I'm pretty friendly with a lot of people at school, who probably have seen me because of the prizes I win for my nerdiness. As far as friends of YWS go... I'm surprised at how many people I've become friendly with. Or am friends with, or know.

But then that just reminds me of the lack of true friends I have. There's one person whom I call a true friend. Okay, two people. But that's it. I'm friendly with oodles of people. Friends with a few. True friends with barely any.

And I keep things from both of them. There are some things that only I and my multiple personalities know. Some things that no one except me knows. And I wish I could tell someone all of this, but it would make me so vulnerable. Besides, I've tried being completely open. It didn't turn out too well. But that girl and I are sort of friendly now. Hey, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer, right?

When I was younger, my Mother used to care about me. She made me raspberry pancakes every morning until I turned six on my first day of school. That's when I started getting bullied at school. Then my parents started fighting all the time. Then I became an insomniac. Then Mother started hating me. She got overweight and started sleeping in a chair, forcing me to do everything for her, yelling at me when I didn't, saying I was worthless and a waste of space. Then she lost her job. Then it got worse. Then I started cutting myself. I lost any friends I might have had. Etc.
So I thought I might as well rant about how much I hate Mother and life and people and whatever else. Why doesn't anyone care? Why must humans be such petty, annoying creatures, with no hope of understanding each other?

hey kid ..you're a b.tch..b.tch..liar..you are too young to be like that..geez you're only 15 and you lie too much..oh well im a liar when i was at your age but those lies were "Authentic" such a spoiled brat kid ...mtfmsmsnak...brat..