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It's been an interesting... 2 months...? I ended up going to ACen. Thanks to Robyn and Shannon.
I guess I could say (Without meaning to sound stuck up) that all the other Gaaras did suck.
I was a Gaara god! -*_*-
...Maybe next year I'll have a gourd to complete my costume... Yeah. Lucky Julie got her Acoustic signed by the lady who did the dubbed voiced for Haru Hara Haruko.. ^^
If I had a gourd I'd expect Liam O'Brian to sign it...
Got a pair of Zori and a Sandvillage headband (Thanks to Robyn) Yeah, all-in-all, ACen was fun. Thanks to all of you!
Well, enough about me. What about you guys? | | |
| Screw it.
I'm not going to ACen... My parents won't let me go. Yeah, sucks for me. Well I'm sure I'll find something else to do... Yeah right. Spring break is going by surprisingly slow. Staying home today. Feeling oddly solitary lately. I feel like I'm drifting away from everyone... I think that might make things a little easier, for now... Almost noone's in my neighborhood this break. Tyeler is out at his mom's, and Eric is in Arizona... I barely see Georgia anymore. Armando is turning more into a friend I'd only hangout with at school...
I have to look forward to a long summer, that includes School, getting my liscence, and going to Mexico.
Hopefully I'll make actual friends in the classes where I dunno anyone... ...so boring in there.
It has been awhile since I've been on here... I wonder if I can still...
Feeling every pain,
in my soul and my brain.
Soaking in my own pool of insane.
Every nightmare, a dream.
Every one, a cut seam.
Living like no one's ever seen.
Living in this void
that I've never enjoyed.
Is there a way to escape?
...sum up my recollections through poetry...? Yes. | | |
| A warm crimson liquid flows through me.
It's a liquid that pumps life into me.
My love does the same.
Keeps me warm, and flows giving me breath.
But without it, my life feels like death.
Noone spills their "love" on me.
So I decide to tear at my own flesh for my own "love".
The knife my only "lover".
The blood is the "love" she feels for me.
I've never felt a hot passion such as the sex that happens on my wrist.
The next person that critisizes me for thinking with my heart, will have "love" seeping out of every pore on their throat.
I'm sick of being thought of as a pussy for thinking with my heart.
What's better than a man who thinks with his dick...?
I am, for thinking with something more important and meaningful.
For all those who don't think that is better; FUCK YOU!
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| Had a detention and decided to write two poems.
My Subtle Morphine
A soul laced with anger;
A body traced with languor.
A soul laced with hate;
Blood spilt to keep the mind straight.
Eyes dart to the horizon,
to a sunset, and see nothing.
A mortal; by pain wizened.
Eyes wake to a sunrise.
Death implied.
Pupils widening
to their destined demise.
Everyday that I have died.
A conclusion drawn from each daily reprise.
Priceless
How long did it take you,
to look through dim eyes?
How long should it take you,
to truly realize?
How long would it take you,
if you took your time?
How much would it cost you,
when my love isn't worth a dime?
I edited the title of, what used to be called, "Morphine" to suit the fact that I was referring to myself in that poem (but I decided to leave myself out of it. Anything sounds better without me involved).
Damn Armando. Damn him to hell.
Actually, I take that back. Earth IS hell, and I don't want to damn him to hell if that means I'd be damning myself and those I care for. He can't learn to respect others. He expects them to listen to him, when he doesn't pay the fairness of listening to them. He thinks his "friends" will always praise him.
But he's wrong.
They won't, for long.
He needs to show compassion for his friends, if he wants them to care about him.
...Kat... ...Danielle... Forgive him. He has no rational thought. He's a thoughtless little insignificant piece of shit. I hope he'd feel a little dignity with me calling him "shit", because that's a whole lot more than he's worth.
It's sad how I used to consider him a friend. I wonder, sometimes, if he even gave a fuck about having me, or anyone else, around. He apparently hates me now. But what's the reason behind that...? It's gotta be somewhere along the lines of envy. I wonder if he's even noticed the way he's acted.
He, along with so many other people, have no idea what I've gone through (as Danielle said). Armando has no right to be speaking about me behind my back. He can't call me a "poser". I've noticed every little hypocritical comment that he says. "Poser"... Such a weak comment coming from him. He dresses with skater clothes, and he says he "skates". During the summer, I asked him if he could go skating with me, back when I was his "friend". He said he can't skate. As in "HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW!". And I know, sure as hell, that his mom even said to him "I don't want you skating, you'll break your head open". And so, he never learned to skate.
You can't skate! Why do you spread word that you can?! Fucking little hypocrite...
I can't wait for break to be over. I hate the fact that I'll be away from school so long. But once school back in session, I'm gonna "negotiate" with that biased little fuck.. | | |
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