ZoeyKatarina

It happened. It happened again, I looked at the little girl that was always infront of me. I knew she wanted to grew up. I knew she was trying to love herself, because lets face it, the hatred she felt for herself wasn't healthy and the worst part...no one noticed but me. Looking at those hazel eyes, how could she be so sad? Most people would kill for what she has, but in a way it's understandable even though it's not an excuse for all the sadness this little girl was feeling. She had lost so much, I had seen so many tears roll down her cheeks, it was in a way, different, her eyes turned green whenever she cried, her eyes turned empty althoug

“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn&rsquo

My grandfather used to say that for every living soul , life is granted. He used to say that only that soul could control its life, you have your life, you need to find happiness in what you do and if you don't find any happiness in that, choose a different path.

What are nightmares? Are they really just our subconscious trying to tell us something or are nightmares something more? What about the voices? Are they all in my head or does someone else hear them too? I have asked myself hundreds of times if the voices are a symptom of some sickness but what if they aren't? What if they're real? I see and hear things that people don't normally see or hear...I have tried to talk to..."them", but they rarely say anything and when they do, it's not my dialect. What do I do? I push people away at every opportunity I get just so I don't have to explain my swing moods, my fears... I should ask for help, not run

Today I woke up wanting to write about people expectations. My mum told me last night that she had high expectations for me and when I thought deeply about it I realised that, her and my dad's expectations are what makes me nervous, what causes me anxiety. I get nervous doing anything. Walking, jumping, running, turning on and off any technological stuff. I get nervous studying, doing homework, tests, exams and even groupworks for school, even when I know all the answers. I get nervous eating, drinking and talking to her, to them. But, today I realised while talking to a friend that her parents have no expectations for her, they expect nothi

I don't understand why people get so happy when they receive roses. I know roses are beautiful but roses are so common, why would anyone would be excited by receiving a rose? You can find that type of flower everywhere. Roses are indeed beautiful, can't deny that but why be so excited and happy about receiving something that can be found anywhere? Wouldn't it be more romantic to give something rare? Something that is actually hard to find. Something that actually means something more than beauty. Something that shows the person, that you made an effort to please them. Roses are so common these days, they mean nothing anymore, at least not to

I don't know exactly how I'm supposed to move on... I mean, life is full of traps, you fall, you need to get back up right away. Because if you don't, it will keep getting harder and harder to stand up, no hands will be there to help you up unlike some people think. I'm so messed up, I don't know what to do, what to think, what to say and specially what and who to trust. Humans, people, have let me down so many times, it gets harder to trust someone specially when you already lost alot of parts of yourself that made you, a sweet little kid that even with his rebellious spirit he was still good. Now my soul just got darker and darker because e

When will it be enough? Every day the same routine. Drunkenness everywhere. Pain passing from a body to another... Anger...yeah anger, always there in every single slap, every single kick, every single word! But why? Why so much anger? So much pain and alcohol in your veins? Why am I the victim of your anger? Of your pain? Do I really deserve all the insults? All the bad affection you give me? What did I ever do to deserve such treatment? Nothing! I did nothing...but I still hold on to every single thing... When will you see what you're doing? Probably when it gets too late, When you realise my body will be incapable of holding more pain.

I don't know what happened... My mind got stuck in the simple sentence, "Why am I the bad guy?" Yeah, why am I? I did nothing wrong and still suffer all the problems and consequences of everyone's choices? Does that mean I have to change who I truly am? Does it mean I should start worrying more about my problems and own consequences instead of hearing other say that life isn't a fairytale, when I know more about life than the people who come to me seeking for answers and help? What am I supposed to do? I hear everyone around me complain about things that aren't even real problems but I can never find the solution for mine. Does everyone feel

I remember memories of a distant world... There they were, running, jumping, as they were just one... It didn't take me long to figure out who the girl running and jumping was... I knew I remembered that smile from somewhere but it still took me a few seconds to realise that the smile on that girl's face was the same as mine, she was me, only difference, she still had light inside her soul, dreams in her mind and love in her heart... After having several times the exact same memory I started wondering why my brain got stuck in such unpredictable memory... Little did I know that the smile on that girl's face would change my life... I found you