School holidays for the last time, or I assume. I’ll have uni next year and the cycle shall continue at a larger school. Whatever, I know nothing will change. I’ll still be the insane one who keeps people around simply for her own amusement and sometimes assume she’s in love due to the fact that she’ll spend too much time with someone to develop an interest in them. It’s who Tasha is, the one with no friends, merely groups that she likes be surrounded by and pretends to be social. She’ll hug people and they’ll assume she’s friendly, but she just does it because it’s who people assume her to be. She’ll dress gothically to appease her gothic friends and wear jeans and a tee to class, to stop the staring. She doesn’t like attention anymore, because then people will realize what a fake she. She doesn’t want that, she doesn’t want to be hated, by people judged by others and yet because of their arrogant nature judging those who haven’t judged them and possible have had the same cycle applied. She’ll still be the paranoid one, the one who doesn’t trust her friends because she knows she’s been backstabbed. She’ll be easily replaced by people who don’t pretend to be as interesting, pondering why they get attention and if she should reopen the cuts in her arms. She’ll be a slut, nothing more to be said, however she’ll attempt to fall in love, fail dismally and end up hurting the ex. Her actions will hurt everyone, but most of all herself. She’ll ditch classes, she’ll fail classes, and she’ll attempt suicide. Of course she won’t succeed, she can’t allow herself anything good. She works for the people, to amuse herself by amusing them. She’s already snapping. She’d be crying if she didn’t want the ghosts to see.
No one you need to know stare
Dont eat yellow snow · Fri Sep 19, 2008 @ 06:18am · 0 Comments |