Running away

Hey guys,
Here are the thoughts of that guy who wants to run away from the world because one of his "friends" just stabbed him in the back. I guess that happened to many people, to girls and boys as it is in the story.

Reading

Have you ever read a really good book that changed your mind on something?
well this text is about the satisfaction of reading!

First impressions

Hi again
the first impressions you can have on someone are not always the best ones, here is the proof!

Time goes by

Hello hello !
I was writing a bit of poetry, just to try you know :)
hope you guys will enjoy!

Losing a part of yourself

Hey guys,
have you ever lost a person you really liked or even loved? A person who meant the world to you, even if you didn't know them for that long. That happened to me not long ago, with a person I loved like my own brother and he left me. Not by himself, someone kicked him off. Whatever, that 'disparition' affected me a lot .

Tears

Tears

Tears, she can feel them, rolling down her face. She is sitting on her bed, alone in the room, her arms crossed over her pillow. She can't stop crying.
The house is silent, people are getting ready to go oustide. She won't go. She doesn't want the others to see her like that. People are used to see her smiling, laughing, they aren't used to see her crying, not at all. Except for the people she really trusts, she never cries in front of others.
She doesn't want to move so she takes her phone and texts one of her best-friends there.
Looking at her in the mirror, she realizes how ridiculous she looks: her mascara had drawn black lines on her face and she is extremely red, like she had a sunburn all over her face, the eyes full of tears. And this how she feels: ridiculous.
Her friend is here, sitting on her bed, when she tries to explain her, she gasps all the time. It's difficult for her to talk, the tears take her all her energy.
She has never felt something similar, her whole body hurts, her stomach, her head. But the most painful part is the heart. She knows it is ridiculous, the whole story is ridiculous. But it hurts, it really does. She feels silly crying over such a small thing.
Her friend tells her she will get over it, but she doesn't want to believe her, not now, not today.
She tried hard to hide this sadness from him, really hard. She didn't want him to see he had hurt her. If she was prepared, she wouldn't have reacted like that. But she wasn't prepared, not at all.
It came out of nowhere, without any warning, any sign.
Without this single tear he wouldn't have noticed anything. He wouldn't  have tried to cheer her up, he would have let her go without saying her name, like he was complaining. He wouldn't have say " I thought you would have understood it better". He wouldn't have hugged her, hurting her more and more.
When he asked for this meeting, she was so happy, she couldn't imagine that ten minutes later everything would be over.
Everything around her reminds her of  this guy, his short hair, his big smile, his blue  happy eyes, his perfume, his laugh, the way he used to tickle her and to hug her right after that. She remembers him joking about random topics, sometimes not funny at all, but she didn’t pay attention to his mistakes. She remembers him taking care of her as she was taking care of him, how he used to tell her when he needed a hug or something, how  he was present all the time.
The evening following this afternoon, she is trying to hide her pain, trying to hide her red eyes behind her glasses. She thinks everything is fine until she sees him, laughing and talking to her friends. She misses him, a lot.
Today, he is wearing this maroon thick jumper, she has never seen it before, but he had talk to her about it saying "I’m sure that whenever I’ll have it, you will steal it from me". She remembers this conversation exactly, they had it being friends, and she realizes she also misses being his friend. A friend, this is what he was before, maybe it was better, she doesn’t know, she’s confused, really.
She doesn’t want tears to appear again, she tells herself it will be that last time, the last time tears would burst for a guy. Even if she knows it is not true, she prefers going back to her natural happiness. Being sad is way too tiring, being happy is so much easier and she prefers being herself.

Hello, it's me :)

Hi everyone !!
I don't exactly know who "everyone" will be but it doesn't really matter, you're welcome in here !
I created this blog because I wanted to share my teenage dreams and the realities of a teenager's life. First, I just wanted to tell you basically who I am.
I am a 15 years old girl, who's spending a year abroad in Ireland. I am a big dreamer who likes spending time writing diaries and drawing her dreams. I like writing stories and sometimes, they're about my own life.
Anyways, I hope you will like this blog ! ;)

You can say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.