Hi, My name is Tanya
Nobody knows anything about me. They have a good reason though: In my entire life, I haven't spoken a single word
People call me many things: Weirdo, freak, attention getter, and I just let it all sink in. I let all the bad thoughts store up inside me until I lose it. Don't think I can't talk, I just choose not to. Nobody seems to care for what I have to say. If you are lucky, you will hear a sound com from my mouth, but never any words.
My name is Tanya
I look like your typical 15 year old girl. My hair is light brown with blonde highlights. I'm not fat, but I'm not too skinny either. I wear the same clothes that aren't out of style, usually skinny jeans with a cool top and some jewelry. I wear little makeup, just a little mascara and lip gloss. If you take a look at me, you'd never know I don't speak.
My name is Tanya
I guess the reason why I don't talk is because of my parents. They barely pay any attention to me. When they do acknowledge me, it's just to tell me I'm no good and shouldn't have friends. Yes, I do have friends, but I met them over the internet, and we live thousands of miles apart. They don't know I can't speak. I won't tell them. I can't.
My name is Tanya
and I'm a freak.
Not sure if I will continue.
There will be more interesting things in #2... if I do it cx
And it will be longer!
anyways. uhhmmmm comment ideas, or like
criticism cx
~OfmiceandDes
Nobody knows anything about me. They have a good reason though: In my entire life, I haven't spoken a single word
People call me many things: Weirdo, freak, attention getter, and I just let it all sink in. I let all the bad thoughts store up inside me until I lose it. Don't think I can't talk, I just choose not to. Nobody seems to care for what I have to say. If you are lucky, you will hear a sound com from my mouth, but never any words.
My name is Tanya
I look like your typical 15 year old girl. My hair is light brown with blonde highlights. I'm not fat, but I'm not too skinny either. I wear the same clothes that aren't out of style, usually skinny jeans with a cool top and some jewelry. I wear little makeup, just a little mascara and lip gloss. If you take a look at me, you'd never know I don't speak.
My name is Tanya
I guess the reason why I don't talk is because of my parents. They barely pay any attention to me. When they do acknowledge me, it's just to tell me I'm no good and shouldn't have friends. Yes, I do have friends, but I met them over the internet, and we live thousands of miles apart. They don't know I can't speak. I won't tell them. I can't.
My name is Tanya
and I'm a freak.
Not sure if I will continue.
There will be more interesting things in #2... if I do it cx
And it will be longer!
anyways. uhhmmmm comment ideas, or like
criticism cx
~OfmiceandDes
Drip Drop, Drip Drop,
I can hear his tears Hitting the Floor,
A love that was once strong,
Has Fallen apart,Has been Ripped apart from its Core,
I knew this relationship wouldn't last long,
But for a moment, i thought that i still had love for him in store,
but i was wrong,Maybe im just somewhat of a hoare
i picked up his heart,and tore,
now hes suffering, he feels so torn,
now i dont know what to do,
is it time for us to go
Ive torn someone in two and dont know what to do
Would you know what to do,
would you know what to say,
would you know how hed feel,
would you see how hes sad,
would you understand his pain,
and let the tears rain,
does what you do fix things
or make them worse,
for the better or for the worst,
this love must have been cursed
I can hear his tears Hitting the Floor,
A love that was once strong,
Has Fallen apart,Has been Ripped apart from its Core,
I knew this relationship wouldn't last long,
But for a moment, i thought that i still had love for him in store,
but i was wrong,Maybe im just somewhat of a hoare
i picked up his heart,and tore,
now hes suffering, he feels so torn,
now i dont know what to do,
is it time for us to go
Ive torn someone in two and dont know what to do
Would you know what to do,
would you know what to say,
would you know how hed feel,
would you see how hes sad,
would you understand his pain,
and let the tears rain,
does what you do fix things
or make them worse,
for the better or for the worst,
this love must have been cursed
Quietly, he waits. She laughs. He feels no trace of doubt. At the strike of the clock, he shoots. She falls. Her blood blossoms on her forehead like a blood red rose. His revenge is complete. He stalks away....
Yes, I am insane.
What about you?
Yes, I'm insane.
Aren't you, too?
Yes, I have issues.
Don't you?
No, I'm not stupid.
Because, yes, you are, too.
No, I'm not an idiot.
Because that's who you are.
You are retarded.
I really hate you.
Yes, I'm insane.
And you are, too.
Yes, I am insane.
What about you?
Yes, I'm insane.
Aren't you, too?
Yes, I have issues.
Don't you?
No, I'm not stupid.
Because, yes, you are, too.
No, I'm not an idiot.
Because that's who you are.
You are retarded.
I really hate you.
Yes, I'm insane.
And you are, too.