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.

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"Hey, mummy. For the past few years, I have been wondering. Why am I like this? What is happening to me now?
I have been thinking about it and I think I know why is it that I'm so out of touch and so.. not what you want me to be. Laziness and low self-esteem. I usually get very put off by criticism, and even the simplest obstacle really stops me from trying again.
You always say to me: 'Why can't be you be like other children?' I'm sorry, mum. Stress is really building up, and I'm just tired of everything, and anything. I know you would love a daughter that is smart, hardworking and obedient and all that.

I'm sorry that I've hurt you by doing this.

But I really, really just want to run away from it all. I can't live up to everybody's expectations. Tell every single person that done me wrong, 'I forgive you.'. Tell those that loved me, 'Thank you.'.

And to you, and daddy:

I'm sorry, I love you."

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She let out a muffled sob, and dropped the video camera that she was holding.
Rushing to the opened window, she looked down.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I really hope this
letter reaches you.

My arms are dead,
My feet are too.
Will you help this jester,
Will you save this fool?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I'm on my last breath,
Trying to talk to you.

But you don't hear me,
There's nothing you can do,
Until my ghost comes rushing back;
Haunting you.

I learned a new word in school today,
I found it really cool.
The meaning relates alot to me,
and maybe to you.

It means "Something or someone
that is hardly seen."
At least not the full image of it.

Only a small glimpse.
A glance.
A peek.


You're so elusive.