Just Kids When I first moved here, I was a nobody. I didn't know anyone nor did anyone care for me. The first week was rough. I started school 3 days after moving in to my new house, and still hadn't finished unpacking all of my things. Our new home and my new school was a whole new world for me. It was different from anything I had ever experienced. I had never been the new kid. I had always had friends. I had never been alone.Just Kids by RoguetheScarredAngel
But that all changed when I met my new friends. Sure I missed my old ones from school, but they were so far away that after three years I lost contact with them. They had forgotten me, but that was okay. I was happy where I was.
My new friends gave me a sense of purpose. A sense of belonging. I felt like I was on top of the world. Whether it be doing homework with them or go to outer space, I knew with them by my side we could do anything. Having friends is what completed my life. Though I lost some over the years, the one'
A Mother's Love I don’t know what love is, really. I find myself frustrated when someone says they are in love with this guy or girl and then a week later they break up over something stupid like “He looked at this girl” or “She said he was just a friend and I didn’t believe her.”A Mother's Love by RoguetheScarredAngel
When I was younger, we didn’t worry about romance or love stories. It was dirt, mud, and climbing trees. You didn’t flirt with the boys because you wanted to show them you were just as tough as they were. Because if you didn’t they would tell everyone you had cooties. When I got a skinned knee I would go to my mother and she would patch it up with a band-aid. When I wrecked my bike I would get back up and try again. When we would make a mud-pie with worms we would dare the other sibling to either eat it or pick it up and throw it at someone who was girly. It’s mean- but it’s what we did where I grew up. We lived on a stree
SkyfallI don't want to try to flySkyfall by RoguetheScarredAngel
For the fear of falling.
I don't want to swim
For the fear of drowning.
And I don't want to say a word
For the fear of being heard.
I just want to know who I am
And what I was meant to be.
But that would mean facing my fears
And I'm not sure I'm ready for that.
I don't want to trust
For the fear of being hurt.
I don't want to chase my dreams
For the fear of failing.
And I don't want to fall in love
Because hitting the ground would hurt.
And I'm too young to know these things
And what it would feel like.
I'm too young to know what it means
To finally hit the last strike.
I know what it feels like to fall
Because I've tried to fly
I know what it means to drown
Because I tried to swim
And I know what it's like
To try to speak, to yell, to scream
And never be heard.
So tell me, reader
Do you know what it feels like
To be ignored when you're screaming?
So tell me, author
Do you know what it feels like
To write a piece of your heart out?
Instagram Account!So I've been on Instagram for about a month or 2, and I know some of you deviants are on there too. :iconlunableu: being one of them ^_^Instagram Account! by TheTurtleGeek
I wanted to show you guys my Instagram account so you guys know who's be and possibly follow me on there...follow...why is it that social media websites have stalker terms? Deviantart has watch, and Instagram and Twitter have followers...creepy, right?
My username on there is: elizabethrose01
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