October 9, 2010
By quinnisabamfloljk BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
quinnisabamfloljk BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
There are so many ballads. Achy-breaky country songs. Mournful pop songs. Then there's the rare punk ballad, the ballad of suburbia: louder, faster, angrier...till it drowns out the silence.
-Ballads of Suburbia

It scares me to think that even with all of the pain I've gone through I still feel emotions. Most people say that after enduring mental and verbal abuse for so long, they can tune it out, forget it, turn into stone. Ignore it, not cry. But me, I'm the opposite. I'm even more sensitive than I was before all of this stuff happened. I cry easily, loose my temper, and have been known to care too much. I don't know if I should be happy or said that there's a defect in my genetics that isn't willing for me to not believe in love. Every single couple that's been close to me has split up after fighting, yet I'm still waiting for my prince to come sweep me off my feet. Is this a blessing or a curse that I feel?

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