But we are.

the shortest story of that girl that seems to appear in my head.

 She stood there. alone.

I remember that girl. i used to call her the 'the outcast Scarred Face' for her wicked eyes and the scar below her eye.

She hated me. but there was something inside. much stronger.

oh yeah, I remember her. the same girl that made me become the lamish person i am today.

that same girl..

she had a knife and a broken glass. she could have hurt me. it's sad that i'm such a freaking  p***y ,i was afraid of her ,she could

 have scarred me  for laughing at her everyday.

but somehow i still beileve in the only thing we had in common.

we were both outcast.

or was it just me?

i'm an outcast.

and it's not my fault. and it's not even sad.

 

we'll probably end up being a no-bodies.

 

The Ghost

Reviews

[TheBrokenHearted]

very deep. I dont believe your an outcast. I believe that your much more than you think you are. You just have to find yourself. Find the real you and be yourself around people. Be more interactive. Just walk up to someone. Dont act like you dont know. You do know Ben. You do and you know it.