I love her so much that it hurts.   Her beautiful loving brown eyes, her lovely golden hair- It hurts. It hurts.   The way she smiles and rolls her eyes- It hurts. It hurts.   Her careless laugh and her willingness to open up to anyone- It hurts. It hurts.   I want to hurt it back.

I have the perfect life. The perfect house, the perfect family, the perfect group of friends, the perfect grades, the perfect classes, the perfect teachers; I have it all and I just can’t seem to be happy about it. I just can’t seem to be happy about my perfect life. I feel crushed, oppressed. I have no will to live or continue living. I have everything, but how come I feel like I have nothing? I know I should be satisfied, but why am I still craving? My life is complete, but why do I feel

I had a family once. A very happy family actually. A mother, a father, a little sister. We weren’t rich but we weren’t poor either. We were just… a normal family. Sure, sometimes I didn’t get the things I wanted but I didn’t really mind that much. I mean, everyone would mind just a bit if they didn’t get what they wanted. Plus I was a nine-year-old kid. Every kid needs to whine once in a while over unnecessary things. It was a kid’s privilege. As for me, the privilege didn’t last. I couldn’