I'm not saying who's POV this is from. I'll sure you'll guess :D
I found it in my heart, finally, to look deep inside me, and find the little part that was missing.
I knew. I didn't need anyone to tell me what I needed. Of course I knew.
As I looked back into my past, my bad past, I saw things. Some things I can't even mention. I had never really thought as I had acted, I just did what I pleased. And I wondered... was that right?
I didn't think so. I knew it. I knew everyone would never appreciate me, the real me, not my insecure side. I'm different from everyone else, and I hated that. I hated the way I had dyed my hair green when I was younger, oder the anger I had felt when I stabbed my piercings into my body. I hated it, I did.
But how did I realize? Shut up. Du don't need to know that. No one needs to know why I'm like this, why I'm always so angered and frustrated. Why I'm never on Santa's "nice" list, and I can never seem to find any one who really appreciates me.
Why do I even exist? Why am I not dead? Ha, I would like to be. If I was, I wouldn't be here. Not like this. I hated the way everyone looked at me; suspiciously, like I couldn't be trusted. And they were right, I couldn't.
Rage has driven me this far. I like being a juvenile delinquent, in school people thought it was cool, and I know that some chicks find bad-boys "hot", and a shadow creeps across me.
I don't like it. But this may sound usual. I don't like anything.
I want to change myself, to change my personality, to be one of those guys at the mall who get all the girls, who are forever challenging each other to video games, those who have a normal life.
But I can't. Ever.
And that's what I hate so much about my life. That I can't change anything. I'll always be me, and I can't do anything about it.
But fury burns in me as I rise up; as I stand, and it reminds me that I could have changed it. I could have listened, and at least done a few helpful things when I was younger, and not become... well, me.
But I didn't. And I don't think I'll ever get another chance.
I found it in my heart, finally, to look deep inside me, and find the little part that was missing.
I knew. I didn't need anyone to tell me what I needed. Of course I knew.
As I looked back into my past, my bad past, I saw things. Some things I can't even mention. I had never really thought as I had acted, I just did what I pleased. And I wondered... was that right?
I didn't think so. I knew it. I knew everyone would never appreciate me, the real me, not my insecure side. I'm different from everyone else, and I hated that. I hated the way I had dyed my hair green when I was younger, oder the anger I had felt when I stabbed my piercings into my body. I hated it, I did.
But how did I realize? Shut up. Du don't need to know that. No one needs to know why I'm like this, why I'm always so angered and frustrated. Why I'm never on Santa's "nice" list, and I can never seem to find any one who really appreciates me.
Why do I even exist? Why am I not dead? Ha, I would like to be. If I was, I wouldn't be here. Not like this. I hated the way everyone looked at me; suspiciously, like I couldn't be trusted. And they were right, I couldn't.
Rage has driven me this far. I like being a juvenile delinquent, in school people thought it was cool, and I know that some chicks find bad-boys "hot", and a shadow creeps across me.
I don't like it. But this may sound usual. I don't like anything.
I want to change myself, to change my personality, to be one of those guys at the mall who get all the girls, who are forever challenging each other to video games, those who have a normal life.
But I can't. Ever.
And that's what I hate so much about my life. That I can't change anything. I'll always be me, and I can't do anything about it.
But fury burns in me as I rise up; as I stand, and it reminds me that I could have changed it. I could have listened, and at least done a few helpful things when I was younger, and not become... well, me.
But I didn't. And I don't think I'll ever get another chance.
max:oh,before Du jump,i have to tell Du something.3 things,actually!first of all, im not going with you,so to tell Du the challenges,here are some wlki-talkis! Sekunde of all,let me announce the teams.elizabeth,tiffany,lia,katherine,and jacki,your on the SREAMING SQUIRRLES! violet,phil,izabel,yuri,and alex are on the KILLER CROCS!alex:cool! max:and third of all,jacki,watch out for the oben, nach oben of the door! *jacki bumps her head* jacki:oh my god,im SMART! alex:yeah,right!prove it,whats 345 devided Von 67? jacki:5.14925373134! alex:*pulls out calculater*WOW,SHE'S RIGHT! TEENS:*GASP!!!* max:now jump!! teens as their falling:AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! *CRASH* Weiter TIME, FIND OUT WHO DIED!
*Trent&Heather kiss*
Gwen:AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Trent:that was awesome!
Heather:he tastes like homo sexual
Courtney:how do u know what homo sexual taste like?
Duncan:Courtney its like the time u told me i tasted like marshmellows
Heather:U ALL ARE FREAKS!
Duncan:HAY EVERYONE HEATHER KNOWS WHAT HOMO SEXUAL TASTE LIKE!
Trent:theres nothing wronge with being a homo sexual
Gwen:ur a homo sexual?
Trent:Yes
Gwen:DAMMIT!
Trent:sorry
Gwen:ok Harold ur my new bf
Harold:sure
Lashawna:what bout me?
Harold:YES I GET 2 GIRLFRIENDS!
Trent:make that 2 girlfriends and a boyfriend
Harold:sorry Trent no thanks
Trent:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Izzy:IM CRAZY!
Chris:FUCK U ALL, IM DONE HERE!
well Trent died alone AGAIN, like in my last story, hope u enjoyed, and there is NOTHING wronge with homo sexuals, im NOT a homo sexual, i was just talking to my friend, and i made up this story, hope u enjoyed!
Gwen:AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Trent:that was awesome!
Heather:he tastes like homo sexual
Courtney:how do u know what homo sexual taste like?
Duncan:Courtney its like the time u told me i tasted like marshmellows
Heather:U ALL ARE FREAKS!
Duncan:HAY EVERYONE HEATHER KNOWS WHAT HOMO SEXUAL TASTE LIKE!
Trent:theres nothing wronge with being a homo sexual
Gwen:ur a homo sexual?
Trent:Yes
Gwen:DAMMIT!
Trent:sorry
Gwen:ok Harold ur my new bf
Harold:sure
Lashawna:what bout me?
Harold:YES I GET 2 GIRLFRIENDS!
Trent:make that 2 girlfriends and a boyfriend
Harold:sorry Trent no thanks
Trent:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Izzy:IM CRAZY!
Chris:FUCK U ALL, IM DONE HERE!
well Trent died alone AGAIN, like in my last story, hope u enjoyed, and there is NOTHING wronge with homo sexuals, im NOT a homo sexual, i was just talking to my friend, and i made up this story, hope u enjoyed!