Sunday, December 13, 2015
white elephant
Just so you know I did put a lot of thought into what I did it just doesn't look as cool as I thought it would. Maybe I'll just read a post.( a lot of glitter went into this:| ) Sorry if you don't like it Hopsinson.
Friday, December 4, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Reveal
Very few know my real voice, it's to quiet tp hear so peoplejust ignore it. Honestly I chose my penname because I like wolves. I am Selena wolfsbane. It literally took me three hours to piece this whole blog together and I hate everything about it because now it's out there and I can't take it back. I'm scared that I have been to real with this blog and I've let these people see me. Now they have the power to destroy me. It hasn't been the first time and I'm pretty sure I'm still missing parts of mefrom last time.
Selena means moon in greek by the way and wolfsbane just sounded cool so that is who I became but not who I am. Selena is just a facade I'm trying to hide behind. I doubt anyone would know me I'm good at being invisible. But maybe someoneout there cares what I have to say.
-Ellie pulley
Heartfelt thoughts
How long has it been since we last talked? A month? A year? You may not know but I pound on your chest every second of every day trying to get hold of you but you've been hearing me less and less. Slowly I'm fading into the backround stuck inside this cage of bones. The voice inside your head has gotten louder and louder over the years taking control. Hes been invading your thoughts and calling it logic and you obey because listening to him is safer in the long run. But listening to him isn't the same as living. He's holding you on a three inch chain and the pressure is so tight you've become numb. Well I've got some things to say your brain may be the safer way but you need me to feel alive. And I will always be the one there for you in joy, success, and misery while your brain will only tear you down. It's time to break free.
-your Heart<3
-your Heart<3
Blue ticket
Compare, compare, compare, compare
I can't help but compare myself to others. It's easier to see your flaws but I read a quote that said "because I know my flaws I am beautiful" -unknown. Is there beauty in flaws? What I think they meant is that acceptance of your flaws helps you see the beauty in yourself more easily. I don't know maybe not.
I can't help but compare myself to others. It's easier to see your flaws but I read a quote that said "because I know my flaws I am beautiful" -unknown. Is there beauty in flaws? What I think they meant is that acceptance of your flaws helps you see the beauty in yourself more easily. I don't know maybe not.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Staring eyes
This post is from my journal that I was to scared to share during journal jam.
COLORS
my personality is rainbow.
Some people tell me that my soul is black but my soul is purple. Why? Because I said so!
People say I need to smile more, well my smile is invisible because no matter how many times I smile white they only tell me to smile more.
I'm blue because I cry when no one is looking, which is all the time because no one is ever looking.
No one knows but I'm orange when I'm happy. Like the sun I can burn bright but eventually someone decides to turn out the lights.
Sometimes I'm pink because that guy outside when I walk to schoollooks at me.
But most of the time I'm grey or just between blue and red, I'm sad or angry with myself, others, the world. Thats why my soul is purple.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Hate
I have got a lot of hate in my system right now and I don't know why but I'm just going to roll with it. First off I hate this freaking computer because when I'm typing the curser just decides to jump to different parts of the page while I'm typing and a sentence literally becomes sjdskrueifsjcnxn. ( Stupid school computer.) I hate being to scared to talk to people when they are probably pretty nice people. I've just come across a lot of jerks in the past. I also hate having this face that looks like I am constantly frowning because I am not usually sad or anything I just really hate school and the pressure of trying to fit in. I hate girly cloths sometimes I wish I was a boy because they can just throw a tee shirt and jeans. I also hate submitting the wrong post in the wrong place does this sentence even make sense? whatever, this list could go on and on but I think I should stop before I turn into scrooge. bye
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