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“Music is my escape : From all the lies. all the drama. all the confusion. and mostly all the hurt. Music is my escape from reality.” ~Unknown That’s were I start. Sometimes, Im emotional. But most of all you could say Im moody. You can make my day, by talking to me. That’s mean a lot. But it also hurts a lot when you leave me here, looking stupid because you got more stuff to worry about. Then just to talk to me. I wish you could see me. Me crying. I would take a picture, but the picture wont last as long as the feelings I have for you. Look at me, Im in 8th grade. Crying, Laughing, Smiling, Hurting, All because of you. I don’t want you to be the bad guy. But I don’t know how else to say it. You stand up for the girls I cant stand. I say one thing, and its either, a chuckle, a silence, or a frustration. I don’t know what you want me to do. I ask you questions, and I swear you lie to me, just to make it seem like your happy. I know im not the easiest girl in the world to deal with. I know. I cant even handle myself. I thought you were the best thing that has ever happened to me. But I don’t know. I feel so lost, I know I would be broken, if I did loose you. To tell you the truth I don’t know what to do. And I hate when you yell at me, it probably isn’t even your yell. But some reason it could make me cry. And YOU don’t even know.