Hey love, i won't be there anymore
Dont know whether you even remember my name
Remember not to cry love, it never was your fault
I only got myself to blame.

MARISSA❤

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Hey guys, my name is Marissa, also known as Marvin, if you get the inside joke. Anyway, This blog is only meant for the sake of my feelings, so if you too aren't happy with life or if you think that I am too emo for your own good, kindly press the little red button at the corner of your screen.

14 this year;SchoolOfTheArts.

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A knife on my wrist is like my pen on paper.

With this medium, i can create all sorts of beautiful drawings, essays and poems. With this 'pen', I can put Van Gogh to shame. I can outwrite the most amazing of authors.

I can.

Now that i have the inspiration, I will draw. Maybe when they see my art, they will start to appreciate me. They will finally accept me. I will never have to be lonely again. I will be loved.

I draw a family. I draw friends. I draw all the things i have ever wanted in this lifetime.

Finally, when my wrist is filled with the scribbles and pictures i have doodled, I will wash off the excess red ink, and continue staring at the ceiling fans with a small smile on my face.

This i will be contented with, for now.