About

Hi, I’m Emma. Some call me Emma Jo, but you can call me Emma. I’m 14 and I live in Canada. I’m not confident. At all. I also worry a lot. I stay up all night worrying and I loose tons of sleep because of it. Don’t ask me why I worry, because I don’t have the slightest clue why. This leads me to thinking I’m crazy. I hear laughing in the halls. “Are they laughing at me?” I ask myself. Of course not. I look happy on the outside. I’m a really good actress. No one sees past my fake smile. I would like to say something to the boy I’m hopelessly in love with, but just like everyone, he doesn’t seem to notice me. There are so many things I would like to say to him, but I really don’t know how. I fell in love with that boy, and I haven’t been the same since. I’ve been searching so hard, I’ve lost myself.

“You see that girl? She looks so happy, right? Telling jokes, smiling, having a great time and… Dying inside. She’s hurt. And tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being good enough, tired of life. But she doesn’t want to look dramatic, weak and attention seeking. So she keeps it all inside. Acts like everything’s perfect but cries at night. So everybody thinks that she’s the happiest person they know. That she has no problems and her life is perfect. If only they knew the truth…”

I like to sing, but I'm god awful at it. Music is my medicine during heart breaks and sad nights. Let me tell you one thing, I get A LOT of sad nights. People honestly make me feel like such an annoyance and make me feel unwanted... You know if somemone treats you or calls you something for a certain amount of time, you start to believe it yourself? Well, I'm starting to become an annoyance to myself. I am unwanted in my own mind. I wish I could die, but I'm already dead inside. A numb soul. My mind is a secret world of it's own. Not a paradise like Atlantis, but a scary district. If you could take a trip in my mind, you'd run out screaming and crying. Life just does'nt seem worth it anymore. I can't trust anyone any more. My life has become a sad reality. When am I gonna learn to please myself?