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Wird es gebrochen?
Können wir es ausarbeiten? Ich kann in Ihren Augen sehen Sie sind bereit zu brechen Schauen Sie weg nicht.
I am celebrating my very special day. You guessed it, today is my sixteenth birthday. My most awaited birthday. Why is that? Because life turns into a reality when I turn sixteen. Goodbye to my ruckus old self, to a new and hopefully more mature Denise.
I would like to thank the people who greeted me because they remembered me. I also like to thank the people who greeted me because they don't want to be left out, the people who forgot but still greeted me, and those who wants to be treated only. Still, my day is not yet complete. I can feel that something is missing.
This day was quite boring since it is not chaotic unlike my past birthdays. Maybe I am accustomed doing trivial chores when I am celebrating my day.
I am missing my past birthdays wherein many people are trying their best to gather my attention. Yeah, this is what I hate about people around me. Bunch of idiots. They do not know how to accept the real me. When I wanted to show my real self, they turn away and as if they don't see me. They don't take heed of my existence.
Alright, that sounds emo. I am a goth, not an emo.
I knew it, I shouldn't give them my whole trust. It only made me feel bad. Despair. Loneliness. Sorrow. I hate this life. It only made my hatred grow bigger than ever. There's nobody to talk to despite of my frustrations. Then, you'd comment saying that I'm not opening up. I am taking the initiative, but still they're going away. I can't wait until I attain my total freedom: graduation. I'm so frickin' sick of everyone's personality. Full of plastic people. Dumb shit.
I would like to thank the people who greeted me because they remembered me. I also like to thank the people who greeted me because they don't want to be left out, the people who forgot but still greeted me, and those who wants to be treated only. Still, my day is not yet complete. I can feel that something is missing.
This day was quite boring since it is not chaotic unlike my past birthdays. Maybe I am accustomed doing trivial chores when I am celebrating my day.
I am missing my past birthdays wherein many people are trying their best to gather my attention. Yeah, this is what I hate about people around me. Bunch of idiots. They do not know how to accept the real me. When I wanted to show my real self, they turn away and as if they don't see me. They don't take heed of my existence.
Alright, that sounds emo. I am a goth, not an emo.
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