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 anda are lucky, anda will hear a sound com from my mouth, but never any words.
My name is Tanya
I look like your typical 15 tahun 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 puncak, atas and some jewelry. I wear little makeup, just a little mascara and lip gloss. If anda 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 lebih interesting things in #2... if I do it cx
And it will be longer!
anyways. uhhmmmm komentar ideas, atau 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 anda are lucky, anda will hear a sound com from my mouth, but never any words.
My name is Tanya
I look like your typical 15 tahun 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 puncak, atas and some jewelry. I wear little makeup, just a little mascara and lip gloss. If anda 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 lebih interesting things in #2... if I do it cx
And it will be longer!
anyways. uhhmmmm komentar ideas, atau like
criticism cx
~OfmiceandDes
Drip Drop, Drip Drop,
I can hear his tears Hitting the Floor,
A cinta 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 cinta 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 anda know what to do,
would anda know what to say,
would anda know how hed feel,
would anda see how hes sad,
would anda understand his pain,
and let the tears rain,
does what anda do fix things
atau make them worse,
for the better atau for the worst,
this cinta must have been cursed
I can hear his tears Hitting the Floor,
A cinta 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 cinta 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 anda know what to do,
would anda know what to say,
would anda know how hed feel,
would anda see how hes sad,
would anda understand his pain,
and let the tears rain,
does what anda do fix things
atau make them worse,
for the better atau for the worst,
this cinta 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, anda are, too.
No, I'm not an idiot.
Because that's who anda are.
anda are retarded.
I really hate you.
Yes, I'm insane.
And anda 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, anda are, too.
No, I'm not an idiot.
Because that's who anda are.
anda are retarded.
I really hate you.
Yes, I'm insane.
And anda are, too.