In the back of the room sits a boy, who has yet to discover how exquisitely beautiful he truly is. Under the masks, and sheets of armor he wears, sometimes it maybe hard for others to see as well, some, have walked away without ever seeing him shine. Although the many who stayed did not regret it. This boy has a brilliant smile, and a heart that knows no boundaries. He cares for his friends openly, and welds a strong dedication to helping others. But somehow, ever word of support for others, rings hollow in himself; he has hard time with his own being. Does his advice speak true meaning, when he himself cannot except it? Sometimes yes, sometimes no, he cannot fight the battles raging underneath another’s skin. Although his caring touches the hearts of many, strengthening them in their battles. This boy is a truly divine being, and one day, when the wars within him are won, the clouds will part and his beauty, will be felt and seen by all, including he himself.
Soon, I promise.
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There is nothing more incredible than the feeling of opening a brand new notebook. Smooth untouched pages; cress-less, stainless, wordless. The smell of freshly pressed paper; bound together, in an impeccably crisp coil; unbent, unused. The delicate whispers of the papers caressing the sides a coil for the first time. With every movement, its voiced silenced further, until not a single utterance can be heard. All the thoughts that fill a mind, the possibilities. Just Imagining all the words that could fill these pages, the thoughts, ideas, feelings that can be expressed. Thinking of the stories it will tell, the hardships, pleasures. And maybe, just maybe, with upon reading the contents of this notebook, on day someone will be inspired to make a new.
Anonymous said: What do you mean no one listens? I'm sure a lot of people do listen.
Use to be a real loner, had a journal called no one. So when i say no one listens I’m talkin bout my old journal. :)
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A lot of the time, people don’t let on as much as they really know, for varies reasons. It could be to protect someone, out of spite, mistrust, its not a crime and not normally bad thing, but with holding information can lead to lies. Sometimes we get caught up in a lie without knowing how it even happened. It can make you feel alone, can’t it? Thinking no one you know can understand, and the only way to continue living in normalcy is to put on a fake smile, and tell your parents you were at a friends house. But when lies get deeper and more far fetched you enter a gray area. Lies are out of fear, and unconvincing. Billions of people in the world have a major secret, some maybe more sever than others, but it eats you up from the inside the same way. Whether it be cutting, an eating disorder, drug/ alcohol addictions, depression, abuse, anything. I want everyone to have someone they can turn to and intrust their deepest secrets, the guilt that haunts them. I don’t know you, I won’t judge you. I hope that maybe I could help someone, likes someone helped me. You can message me, ask me for advice (I’m not saying I’m an expert, just a friend), tell me your problems and I’ll listen, I always will. You are important to me.
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