Biography of Stella Andrews
the number and mass of all the mistakes i have made in the past two years is crippling. i lost every.single.thing. that made me, me. i lost the one person who ever truely understood me and really loved me and made me soo happy. her name was tessa and i was just another of those cu.nts who take something for granted. i was stuck in my own little world and didnt care to look through someone elses eyes.
well i got what i deserved. i fuc.ked up my entire life with nothing to show for it. but heres the funny part, im still half glad ithappened. u find out who u really are and what your made of when ur pushed to the breaking egde. and i found out im stronger than i thought, smarter and have so much i can give.
i hold my head high bcoz i made my mistakes and still live with tje consinquences everyday. but i realised my mistakes and i mean from the bottom of my heart that i never intended to do that to you tessa. and if i had of had just someone slap me in the face and say look at how ur treating her! i would have popped my bubble myself for you.
i know im just rambling and i know tessa will never see this.. but i just wish i could tell her i love her. always have. i cant take back what ive done but i want to fix things.
i never told anyone this, but the only reason i left was coz ian was saying he was going to kill himself. and would be on the phone to me crying then say hes going to do it now and the only way i could make him feel better was if i said i would come up and live with him. if u ask the social worker at school she would tell u that befire i left i went to her asking how to talk to suicidal ppl.
i never told tessa this bcoz it sounds like a stupid fake excuse and i dont want her to take me back from pity or fake or something.
he is nothing but an emotional hurricane. everything he comes into contact with he sucks up, twirls around, then spits them out like their nothing.
i know i broke your heart with no excuse. but i dont know how to say sorry to you. nothing i can do will ever be enough for what iv done
Stella Andrews Poems
the rape of a 12 year old girl
one dear little 12 yr old girl, walks alone at night to her home. she is so pure, and innocent, but she shouldn't be out on the roam.
i want to be everything to you
..xX+I want to be your princess and hero+Xx.. ..xX+I want to be you diary you tell your deepest thoughts too+Xx.. ..xX+I want to be the teddy bear you trust will never tell your secrets+Xx.. ..xX+I want to be the radio you listen to+Xx..
A story about a boy
Down this dusty dry track, There is a boy waiting for me. He has a smile that every girl wants, And owns all the land your eyes can see.
i'm in a pickle
i try to understand, whats going through my head. i try to say it out loud, but it doesn't come out.
SHORT STORY- finding Myself
I really like Myself. We seem to share the same interests in nearly everything. We dress the same, like the same music, movies, activities and so much more. We sit together at the table with a Milo and read the junk mail and newspaper or watch tv. She hates the wind when it's raining and even more despises cruelty being spread into our world like the black toxic smoke you see lurking out of old trucks. She's forever sweet and caring and holds me when I'm down. She listens to me even when I'm speaking nonsense and won't ever leave me until I'm smiling again. She's smarter than I am. She has the ability to see things as they are, instead of seeing through rose coloured glasses like me. She somehow keeps her emotions and decision making sections of her brain very separate. I don't know how, but I admire it. I lost her for a long time because I refused to listen to her at the edge of a storm. She told me this was only going to bring disaster but I was so restless back then and I was curious to see what it's like inside. She begged and begged me to stay, but I wouldn't listen. I turned my back on her and dived headfirst into the dark, consuming storm.
Time To Choose, Life Or Death?
why do i take this life for granted? how can i when i know how closely life and death joined.
please don't touch me anymore
Don't touch me Please don't touch me anymore. I'm so confused, You say i want this..
Smiles willl begin to fade, And tears will start to flow. When your the last one there, and this lonely feeling begins to grow.
filling the empty spaces
i have a silver locket, that sits next to my heart. there's empty spaces in the forein land, that my locket sits next to.
do you feel better now?
how do you feel now? Do you feel proud? Do you feel like a man? With my face pushed to the ground.
I’m A Ball Of Life
i am a ball of life bursting out the seams into the eyes of a sad bored person
i dont know why
I don't ever see him, I never talk to him, And i'm suppose to be his girlfriend.
kiss, love and hold
Hold me close, Hold me tight. Hold me now, And make everything right.
This is High school: Girls, Boys,
A story about a boy
Down this dusty dry track,
There is a boy waiting for me.
He has a smile that every girl wants,
And owns all the land your eyes can see.
This boy is perfect, or so people think.
He is extremely good looking,
he has to organise his days by booking.