melancholydisorder.
- Name
- melancholydisorder.
- Age
- 29
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- Great Britain (UK)
- Joined date
- November 9th, 2008
About
Dear friend,
I am writing to you because I feel like you'll listen and not mock me for ripping off "The perks of being a wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky, even though you could have. I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be. I just need to know that someone out there listens and doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have. I need to know that these people exist. Although so far, I'm getting the impression that everyone I know is secretly a whore, or were once a whore, or could be a whore if they conformed to whatever the hell people think is beautiful this week.
I like alot of bands, some that you probably haven't heard of and most that you probably have. Or I hope you have. I don't like alot of mainstream music but that's okay, right? I have an unhealthy obsession with My Chemical Romance but that doesn't bother me either.
I want to start writing again. I love writing but the stories I write start clashing with the stories in my head and it ends up a jumble of words as I start merging the two together. I live in my head too much and I'm starting to think there's something wrong with me.
I secretly wish to be pretty or to be uglier and not this plain fifteen year old that looks younger that she is. Which is weird but true. I think ugly would be better than blending in. Oh, and I'm really short too and that doesn't help much. Although I guess being a very tall person would also annoy me.
"Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve." - The Perks Of Being A Wallflower.
"Who wants flowers when they're dead? Nobody." - The Catcher In The Rye.
Love always,
Jenny.
I am writing to you because I feel like you'll listen and not mock me for ripping off "The perks of being a wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky, even though you could have. I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be. I just need to know that someone out there listens and doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have. I need to know that these people exist. Although so far, I'm getting the impression that everyone I know is secretly a whore, or were once a whore, or could be a whore if they conformed to whatever the hell people think is beautiful this week.
I like alot of bands, some that you probably haven't heard of and most that you probably have. Or I hope you have. I don't like alot of mainstream music but that's okay, right? I have an unhealthy obsession with My Chemical Romance but that doesn't bother me either.
I want to start writing again. I love writing but the stories I write start clashing with the stories in my head and it ends up a jumble of words as I start merging the two together. I live in my head too much and I'm starting to think there's something wrong with me.
I secretly wish to be pretty or to be uglier and not this plain fifteen year old that looks younger that she is. Which is weird but true. I think ugly would be better than blending in. Oh, and I'm really short too and that doesn't help much. Although I guess being a very tall person would also annoy me.
"Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve." - The Perks Of Being A Wallflower.
"Who wants flowers when they're dead? Nobody." - The Catcher In The Rye.
Love always,
Jenny.
you are beautiful no matter what they say.