October 2010
14 posts
He’s the Kind of guy who is barely visible, an un-special person. He has the ability to appear in the background, even he were standing at the front of a queue. He is always just there, not noticeable, not important or particularly valuable. His manner,the quiet air around him was faded like a face in a crowd.
I am grateful to everything. The small smiles, the waves, the bonecrushing hugs, the laughs, and even the tears, the anger, the grief and heartache. Thank you for letting me be myself. To not having to hide myself in a mask and pretend everything is okay when its not. Thank you for believing in me, until the very end ♥
to scared to go any further…
have you ever been angry or sad, to the point where you just break down at home, in your room? your parents don’t know because you keep the tears to yourself, and you cry silently. your friends don’t know because you talk as if you’re fine and dandy behind the computer screen. well you’re not…