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I can't explain

How can they do this seriously? They have helped me through everything, depression, bullying, break ups, I need them so much and i can't imagine them not being there to pull me up and tell me its gonna be fine. My boyfriend broke up with me yesterday and now MCR are gone. I can' explain the pain i'm feeling, i'm crying so much and i'm more depressed than i've ever been and i just don't know what to do anymore.

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Normality

What is normal? What do people class as normal? Do they class someone who is vaguely pretty, is smart and has friends normal? Well if that is the case then i do not fit into the normality spectrum. I'm crazy, mad as a hatter, off my head, round the bend. Well I think so. I'm 14 today, I went out with the family, nothing special, felt depressed for most of it, got some okay presents. I got a sketch book, i've already drawn a Mexican Day of The Dead skull on it. It looks pretty cool. I felt depressed because I am nothing like my family, my sister is really gorgeous and I'm large and ugly and gross compared to her. My mum and sister are on a diet and they want me to join in, they hate the way i look, because i'm not like them i guess. I just get so sad sometimes and they just don't understand me like I want them too. They don't even try anymore.

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Normality

What is normal? What do people class as normal? Do they class someone who is vaguely pretty, is smart and has friends normal? Well if that is the case then i do not fit into the normality spectrum. I'm crazy, mad as a hatter, off my head, round the bend. Well I think so. I'm 14 today, I went out with the family, nothing special, felt depressed for most of it, got some okay presents. I got a sketch book, i've already drawn a Mexican Day of The Dead skull on it. It looks pretty cool. I felt depressed because I am nothing like my family, my sister is really gorgeous and I'm large and ugly and gross compared to her. My mum and sister are on a diet and they want me to join in, they hate the way i look, because i'm not like them i guess. I just get so sad sometimes and they just don't understand me like I want them too. They don't even try anymore.

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One Broken Mirror

When you feel as if you've shattered what do you do? Can you forget about it? Do you need someone to pick up the pieces? I thought i'd found somebody who could stick me back together and help me out but I was wrong. He pretty much said he didn't fancy anyone at the moment. Some days i feel like a broken mirror but right now i have a broken heart. Those who say they don't need anyone are wrong. Because some days we need somebody to listen and be the glue that holds us together but for me it looks like the pieces are still lying in the dirt getting even more broken as the days go by.

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Valentines

There's someone i like. They're pretty amazing too. They like My Chemical Romance, Comic Books, Movies, Harry Potter. Everything I love pretty much. But I don't know whether he likes me back. I know Valentines day is commercialized and overdone but I'm going to send him a card, but what should i write? Should i sign it with my name or with my initials? Should i confess how i feel or leave it slightly mysterious? Fuck me its difficult. Any suggestions?

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Oh the Joys of Growing Up!

Being a teenager is a load of unnecessary bullshit! There's the hormones and the mood swings, the arguments and the spots. There's the love and the breakups, the new friends and the old ones. They say that the teenage years are the best years of our lives. I can see why though, as we grow up we make mistakes and we learn from them, we learn and we find our way. We get our first jobs and our first loves. But its a load of work too, you have to find the right person, you have to go through acne and hormones till you're finally all grown up, but that may not be good. At this current moment I am moody and depressed about Valentines day. Yes that day is drawing near, with the cheesy cards and soft toys. The day that most single teen girls like me hate. I like someone at the moment and he is not fictional, and yes he knows i exist, but i want us to be more than just mates. I want him to hold me when i'm sad and give me his jacket when i'm cold.

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Lyrics and nature

Raindrops hit my skin like kisses
The air moves around me like a cold embrace
The whispering wind mixes with the pounding beat i hear
Creating something new, special and intense
That dances round my mind like leaves at my feet
Chimes join in with the natural song
Birds fly, lyrics fade and I'm free

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Music

Its hard to find music that you can relate to. When you find a song that describes exactly how you feel then its awesome, and that song will always be special, sometimes life is hard and i find that music keeps me sane. The world is a strange place. Some days i feel like Alice in Wonderland, or like the Cheshire Cat, like i'm not quite here anymore. I'm not the only one who feels like this i'm sure but MCR are awesome. They're lyrics inspire me and i love all their songs.

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Survival of the Fittest

The most popular are generally the ones who get the best shit in life. The best jobs, the best husband, they are more likely to become famous. Its the unwritten law that the prettiest and popular people will have better lives than the rest of us. They will get a job because they look good and not because they're actually clever or deserve it, its because bosses like employees who look good and they don't care whether they're dumb as sand.

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Freedom

Freedom isn't forever, you only realise true freedom for a moment before your back in the concrete jungle of the modern world. I feel most free on the beach or in a forest where I can let go and forget the pain and just let freedom take over. Before you know it your back, locked away in the prison of the modern world, no visible escape until one moment you realise that the only one taking away the freedom and the possibility of freedom is you.