Miss Directioner
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She
Sunday, January 13, 2013 | 1:22 AM | 0 star
Have you ever had a day when you wish you could just crawl into a hole and die? Well, she is experiencing it right at this moment. Her mind couldn't let go of the agonizingly embarrassing memory that had happened just a few hours ago.
She is a mess mentally and emotionally. But she is angered at the same time. She internally cussed every words that cross her mind.
And she wants to crawl into a hole and die, so many wishes, so many unobtainable desires. She wants to crawl into a hole? Then why don't she digs a hole and crawls into it? She wants to die? Then why not commit suicide? Yet, here she seats, on the chair at a smooth wooden table, dancing her slender fingers across the keyboard.
Her heart pumps within her chest, slightly feeling the ache of embarrassment and anger. How pathetic she thinks. Like the no lifer she is, she dreams of the impossibles, like being an aspiring pop star such as Taylor Swift, or a well known author like J.K Rowling; the creator of Harry Potter, or maybe an artist like Bay Kennish in Switched At Birth or maybe she could be all at once!
How exciting her dreams are! But the awful world called reality hits her at the back, and ruins her life. She's a student, so she can't be a singer, she's an idiot so she doesn't know phrases to create a story as great as J.K Rowling, she's too young and inexperienced, so she's far from becoming an artist like Bay Kennish.
She's miserable, she writes anonymously on a very small blog called Twinking Star. She is, me.
Love,
Anonymous.
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