broken constellation
Jing Xi. 19. Antique hoarder. Flower collector. Self-taught realist. Innate dreamer.

"Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you secruity and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly."





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Diary Of A Wimpy Teen ~ Chapter Two ~
Monday, December 5, 2011 @ 6:33 PM `°•.¸¸.•°` leave a comment ( 0 )
You were the only one who saw me when I was invisible..... 


Invisibility hurts, doesn't it?....
Well, I know exactly how it feels like to be invisible, to be left out, to be forced into a dark corner, to be pushed around as if you're a nobody; to stand alone in a crowd, to seek for comfort in sheer loneliness, to live among the shadows of others, to scream for attention as if no one can hear a thing........

All I ever wanted is a little attention, is it too much to ask?
No, it isn't. The truth is, everyone deserves attention, everyone deserves to be seen, everyone deserves to be heard; even those who feel as if they don't. I always wanted people to see me as who I wished I could be. I was too busy thinking of ways to make myself noticeable among the rest to realize how foolish I had really been....


I am not who I dream to be,

I am who I am....
I gaze into the mirror and learn to love that reflection of mine; wipe away every tear and learn to see myself as who I truly am, not who I dream to become. :)

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