I know that you don’t love me and I don’t expect you to. I just don’t want you to completely ignore my feelings for you. When I’m sad, it’s probably because I’m thinking of you. If I’m avoiding you, it’s because I don’t want to burst into tears. I am in love with you and I’m sorry if that scares you. I didn’t choose you, my heart did. And my feelings are going to be really hard to get over. I mean like you’re my best friend, my other half, my human diary, and, I’m hurt, I’m alone, I’m depressed, and I hate myself all because of you. And I’m so conflicted because I want you to feel the heartbreak that I feel, but I also want you to be okay because I love you. And when I told you that I loved you, you said that I would have a chance with you,
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
I got back to the room and closed the door. My heart was pounding as I rested on the back of it. I couldn't believe that just happened, but what I couldn't believe most was that I didn't try to do anything about it. I mean what kind of punk was I? I woke my sister up to help mom, and in return, she also ended up hurt.
On October 28, 2014 on a sunny sunday afternoon all you here is me yelling what time is it then my team saying “Game Time!!!”. This was the last round of playoffs, whoever won this game was going to the championships at Pal stadium. There was a lot of muggin going on (staring at someone in an angry way) because we were playing Union City our rivals. But #10 was looking at me like someone told him who I was. He was wearing his Union city uniform he was about 5’8 a lil taller than me.
I really hate that it had to come to this but i'm tired of being treated different and like an inconvenience. I've tried to talk to you and nothing has changed. Ive layed in my bed for the past 4 months crying to myself or Marcus because I had no one else to talk to. I felt like the only person i'm suppose to be able to talk to didn’t care whether I was alive or not. You hated on Marcus so much but he was the only one who stayed up with me while i cried. This seems dramatic but I really hated being at home. You really yelled at me all the time and half of the time i wasn’t doing anything. I was depressed most of the time which is why I slept all the time. To be honest I don't know if this will even bother you at all. But at least it will be easier and one less person to buy for.
NOELLE'S POV I leave school and Lucian hasn't texted me or called me after Saturday. I will wait for him to text me. I don't want to insist. The next day he didn't come to school or replied my texts.
Has Dyed Hair Died? Imagine you are a middle school student. One weekend, you decide to dye your hair purple, and you can’t wait to show your friends. When you get to school, you are immediately sent home for “being a distraction.” That sounds ridiculous, right?
My Dearest Christina, since the day that I took you to Blu jam I knew that I loved you. We both can remember that day rather well. I uber-ed you to my house, we drove to Blu jam and listened and sang along to many songs together, many of them oldies love songs, we ate, grabbed some coffee at Alfred's coffee on Melrose ave, we drove to Beverly Hills and up the mountain until we reached the top and we stared at the San Fernando valley from a top the mountain, it truly was a breathe taking sight, you I mean, not the view.
It's crazy as soon aas you come into my life, I am thrilled, everything will be okay, My life will be perfect as long as your near. My HEART burts of just the thought of you I want you so bad but is such a bad thing. Hushhhhh. There is no begging.
Four boys stood above me on a pile of garbage. Their words, "Bota, bota, matava" — "chubby", "fatty" suffocated me: A familiar sensation of frustration and hurt gripped me. Looking for defense I only saw a cinderblock at my feet, impossible for my eight year old body to heave, so, I screamed in English: "You are just jealous that you are poor and I am American!"
As long as I’m walking with you, I’d like to sing you a song. As long as I’m sitting with you, I’d like to tell you a story about right and wrong. As long as I’m holding you, I’d like to make you feel a peace I’ve come to know.
I will never forget that moment at the end of opening night: running back onto the stage, the spotlight beaming into my eyes and the sound of applause flooding my ears. With a smile that stretched from ear to ear, I took a bow. Before me, the silhouette of the audience rose, until the entire theater was on its feet. I still get goosebumps thinking about it, but it would never have happened if my acting teacher had not persuaded me to take part in the school musical, Sister Act. I was completely opposed to it: One of my greatest fears was singing in front of anyone other than my shower head.
“It’s great to spend an evening like this, don’t you think?” Miss Sophia started the conversation when we took a walk on the beach after the dinner. Peaceful evening, with a gentle breeze breathing in the air, I was a gratification to be with her. “Yeah, I really need this.
VERSE 1 If there was a way to make it up I am willing to do it I miss u so much that I am willing to give up my friends that are boys. I really miss how u always cared about everyone and just u were the best person i will like and that I ever know you r the reason y i would get up in the morning and walk the halls just to see u u were really funny and u never told me something that made me cry until now. When u said u were gonna break up with me. Chorus I know I have done many things to break your heart and be mad at me but without you I am nothing I fell like a big piece of my heart is breaking I think of you all the time just the smell of you makes me cry when I see you in the I cry because I miss u
I’ll always love you, Sydney. I hope you’re doing well. Even still, at times, I feel like it’s us. Is it meant to be? Who the hell knows, but I feel like our attraction to each other is too strong.
I’m surprised that I have not become afraid to commit, Simply because falling for someone can be hardest, And I am convinced that most my life, Cupid shot random targets. So out of the fear of another misplaced arrow, My insecurities linger in the back of my head,