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SceneTeen: I want a stalker

SceneTeen: Het guise :3 I'm backk

SceneTeen: As of Monday, my account will be deleted or i just wont get on, so flirt with me and get my number while you can, kay (: http://www.realemos.com/#page=profile&user=maliciousobsession this is my favorite website (: just hit me up here, but make an account. 100%free (:
hugs & kisses,
Crystal

SceneTeen: Think I'm fake?? Well, just back the fuck off. Im not in a good mood -_-

SceneTeen: I feel like I'm falling, like every time I start to trust someone they push me the cliff known as friendship. I feel like I'm drowning, like all my worries and fears and doubts are water and I've gone overboard. I can't reach the shore in time. I feel like I'm being strangled, like the hands of society are closing around my throat, getting tighter with each breath (each day) and then, finally they close, completely cutting of my source of oxygen (happiness and joy) and then everything fades to the shadows and I'm finally gone from existence only to wake up, fully alive, in another world; a painfully happy world. Everybody's happy, even when they're not. Every body wears fake smiles here. You can't tell if someone's so mad they might beat the hell out of if you say one more word, or if they're just a few memories away from tears. I don't belong here, I feel like an intruder. I used to live here, but that was when I was younger, and much more naive. I know that eternal happiness only comes in fairy tales- that there is no happy endings in real life. I can't figure out how to get out of the hell-hole. I'm trapped. Everyone starts singing and looking at me with fake smiles and i can't take it anymore. I sit down on the ground with my knees to my chest; covering my ears to block out the terrible noise. Then, all of a sudden they all stop singing. Dark storm clouds come over the kingdom but everyone keeps smiling and they start walking in the rain, not caring about their hair, or clothes. I am the only one who seems to notice. I put my headphones in and start walking. I don't stop for days, weeks even. I don't keep track of the days anymore. I'm looking down at my iPod to see what song I want to play next and I bump into something- no, wait. I bumped into someone. And they're wearing headphones too, and have scars on their wrists, just like me. He takes his heaphones out and puts his arms around me, and for the first time in a while, I actually BELONG here, in this happy kingdom. But then, as we're dancing in the grass, he lets me fall, and. he. walks. away. I try to figure out why he let me fall, after all the time we spent together, and I realize: maybe I let him go.