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Monday, November 11, 2013

Musings of the Smart Girl with Pink Hair and High Heels (Screaming Out)

Voices ring out in enjoyment. I am on the outside just listening. Their laughter mocks me and I wish I could scream until they would leave. I am so sick of them being around.
My ears feel close to bleeding. I can’t stand it.
They are all in the next room, oblivious to my hatred. I just want to be alone in a quiet house, but that is too much to ask. The noise is suffocating me and I need an escape.
Sometimes I wish I could claw off my ears, so I could have the silence I desire. Or I want to scream until my lungs pop. Sometimes I even wish I could bang on the wall until my hands break.
I just want them to go. 

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