I´ll go home every day after school and sit in my cold dark basement thinking...
"Why cant I have someone...a friend...anyone...?" Every day tears will roll down my pale cheeks as I re-play things that happened today.
Getting kicked around like a rag-doll...not eating lunch due to the lack of will I have to eat in front of people...getting called weird, ugly, annoying, worthless, stupid, and so on...
People don´t call me by my real name, how much could it hurt to just say "Luna" for once? No? not gonna happen...I´ve learnt to live with it.
I have no siblings to look over too (not that I would) and my parents are always gone on trips for work and such...I only ever get to see them about once a year, other then that I live alone (if you don´t count my ratchet step aunt who comes over to pay the bills every now and then. I personally don´t mind living alone...it gives me enough privacy to cry by myself without being bothered. It´s not like I have friends who want to visit or hang out.
I sit in my living room a lot, and watch TV or read books, there´s also odd times when I write poetry and such. Writing is about the one place where I feel truly good and happy. Some times I don´t even write my own, I´ll just copy things from the internet that help me through the day. I picked up my pencil and note pad and started to write out quotes I like:
The loneliest people are the kindest
The saddest people smile the brightest
The most damaged people are the wisest.
All because they do not wish to wish to see
anyone else suffer the way they do.
I was brought out of my thoughts as I heard a tiny knock on my broken, old door. I got excited a bit...but then told myself it was probably just the mail man again. I put my hood up and wiped away my tears. I walked over to the door holding my one hand over my mouth because that was my normal pose.