i think this is it, adele? ;o
your skin is done. <- click here, yo! you can change the colour of the font on top because i dont know what other colours will go well ^.^"~ lol. maybe it's too green ^^" p/s; je ne m'inquiète pas ce qu'ils disent, parce que je suis dans l'amour avec vous. means i do not worry what [others] say, because i am in love with you.
Took this from one of the bulletins on friendster & those in emails. i got bored and wrote about it. (i like doing things like this.) well, in the view point of the girl. :) enjoy~
p/s: i miss writing, T.T~
p/p/s: i almost got carried away, but i had to let her die :(
the extract ;;
Girl: Hey
Boy: What?
Girl: I really like you. And I... I think I'm falling in love with you.
Boy: Ok...
Girl: What do you mean "ok"?
Boy: I don't like you like that...
Girl: Why not?
Boy: I can't tell you... Maybe another time...
From then on, the girl kept asking the boy "Why not?" whenever she saw him, and he kept answering the same answer of "I'll tell you later." Finally the girl got fed up.
Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like me!
Boy: Do you really wanna know why?
Girl: Yes!
Boy: It's because you're uglier than freak! What's the point of going out with someone when they're not pretty?!
Girl: But... I...
Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!
The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, crying her heart out. Then her cell phone rings.
Girl: Hello?
Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours.
Girl: Alright Mom.
Mom: I love you.
Girl: I love you too, Mom.
Mom: Bye Bye.
Girl: Bye
The girl heads home and once she got there, she went in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
Girl: I'm not pretty enough...
She set to work, knowing fully well what she was going to do. 2 hours later, her Mom came home and heard the bath water running. She went upstairs to find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.
Mom: Honey? Are you alright?
She opened the door and was shocked at the sight. The bath was overflowing onto the floor, and the water was tinted red. She walked over to see what was inside and screamed. There, her little girl was lying with cuts all over her face and wrists. Her Mom backed away and was going to run to call the police when something caught her eye. On the mirror were these words written in blood:
"Am I pretty enough now?"
No one deserves to be told that by someone they love.
If you find it messed up then forward this to everyone you know.
A person's appearance doesn't count. What counts is their heart inside of them and their personality. No one wants to be told they're not good enough...
before she died ;;
"am i pretty enough?" i stared at the words i'd scrawled on the mirror. it was written with blood that dripped crimson red onto the floor. i looked away from the mirror and laughed. "i guess i'll never be good enough for anybody..." i admitted in a hoarse whisper, giving in to the sorrow that was slowly eating me up. i looked back into the mirror. i screamed.
almost without thinking, my fist flew to the mirror. my breathing was rasp.
i am afraid. of everything. i've tried, and i guess fifteen years is all i can take, before i really break into nothing. they tell me that i am pretty & i lived in their delusion. i don't get it. what does society want from me?!
i walked over to the window, leaving my scars i'd opened on my arms to bleed freely. it was as if the heavens were on my side, as i stared aimlessly into the grey clouds that had entered the fairly red atmosphere. "i want to fly..." i whispered without a thought, and a mad thought entered my mind.
i turned back and looked at the bathroom floor that was decorated with shards all over. my eyes started to grow warm as tears welled up and bombarded the ground. bending over, i picked up a piece of mirror and a sinister smile creeped across my face. it felt so surreal as the pain slowly numbed everything. the warm, red liquid slowly added colour to the pale bathroom. i was amazed at how shattered mirrors and blood made a good combination.
everything felt so good, so numb.. in that moment nothing was restricted. carvings were like drawings upon my skin, and i felt like i was on esctasy. all of a heap i fell to the floor and chanced upon a big piece of broken mirror on the floor. it was time to put the mad thought to action.
the house was so quiet, so empty. like a hollow shell, that's what i am. everything will be fine after i go, nobody will ever have to suffer standing or living with me. everything will be solved.
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