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This is just a short snippet of a piece I was working on many months ago about a young girls diary.

Submitted:May 12, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

'What's the point?'- I've thought this a lot lately about a number of things. I find myself often walking down the street before someone catches my eye, I stare at them for a little while and I'm screaming at the top of my lungs so loudly in my head with every hair on my body springing up with anger and frustration over how awful everything seems to be going at the minute but yet in reality I'm silent and in reality I also realise that the person I'm staring at may have a lot of problems of their own too.
People say 'it's good to get things off your chest' but when that requires upsetting yourself and others is it really worth it? I constantly ask myself because if this was the case and I stated every little detail that I thought of everyone I would have no friends whatsoever. I'm too opinionated for my own good and figured the only way I can get things off my chest is by telling people I've never met before because I know strangers won't judge me and even if they did why would it matter?
It sounds crazy but I have a certain love for 'strangers' every time I meet someone new I love the fact that they know nothing about me unless I decide to tell them, they know no faults, no past experiences, no nothing but what I hate is when the person you love the most, the one that knows most about you then becomes a stranger.


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