It's so entertaining to see you crumble under pressure. Thinking everybody around you likes you for who you are. I love seeing you crash and burn! I could watch this all fucking day.
I'm laughing so hard I'm crying.
That is the one and only emotion you will ever get out of me.
Is hysterical laughter.
HAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I'm in the position now, where I don't want to believe all of your bullshit.. but I feel like if I don't I'll be a slum. Slum's are not something you want to be in, because it keeps you from telling secrets to your best friend and it keeps you from kissing your boyfriend on the lips.
Writing in cursive is really hard, because I keep smelling my fingers that smell like camel wides. I don't like the smell of cigarettes. It makes me sick, why do I keep smoking? Why do WE keep smoking? Nobody understands how hard it is to quit.
What if you had to quit what you loved the most? Like drawing, or sewing, or painting or sucking your thumb. There's nowhere to turn to after wards. There's nobody to turn to, now. Everyone hates me, but I hate you.
Writing in cursive is really hard, because I keep smelling my fingers that smell like camel wides. I don't like the smell of cigarettes. It makes me sick, why do I keep smoking? Why do WE keep smoking? Nobody understands how hard it is to quit.
What if you had to quit what you loved the most? Like drawing, or sewing, or painting or sucking your thumb. There's nowhere to turn to after wards. There's nobody to turn to, now. Everyone hates me, but I hate you.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
I lied
because I remembered how much of a twit you were back then. And how you shouldn't miss it, because all of it was shit.
I felt like sharing.
I felt like sharing.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
SIMPLY
I SIMPLY CANNOT TELL YOU ANYTHING. AS YOU ARE DOING THE SAME TO ME.
It's only fair.
I'm keeping a lot inside for you, and you're holding more back than I expected.
I can only tell you sugar coated messages in hopes of saving a little speck of a relationship we have going.
It looks like right about now, we're losing it all. It's all falling apart like the pages to the letters from 3-fucking-years-ago.
I'm listening to the music you made fun of, and I COULD CARE LESS.
"I CANNOT EXPRESS TO YOU THE DEPTHS IN WHICH I DO NOT CARE"
I feel like that. Haha, I do though.
It's merely a pit in my stomach that I can't ignore anymore. Trust isn't a word we can just vomit onto the floor anymore. It can't just lay there without getting cleaned up anymore. It needs to be cleaned up, mopped, and have that oat stuff lie on top of it all day long. To soak up all of the fibs we've told to each other and all of the hidden words behind those 5 measly letters.
I extended that sentence because the words won't come out. I had it all planned out in my head. Of what I was going to say to you. But I can't. You can't, obviously.
When I sat there, I watched the streetlights pass my eyes and burn my retinas only for a second. I was deep in thought and got interrupted by a wave of unnecessary laughter. I'm sorry if this is offending, it's only the truth. I feel this way. You can't make fun of me, you can't fight with me about this. It's my feelings and I have no other way of expressing it. This is the thing I typed into the search bar. And this is where I am.
But, I'm not telling you that..
It's only fair.
I'm keeping a lot inside for you, and you're holding more back than I expected.
I can only tell you sugar coated messages in hopes of saving a little speck of a relationship we have going.
It looks like right about now, we're losing it all. It's all falling apart like the pages to the letters from 3-fucking-years-ago.
I'm listening to the music you made fun of, and I COULD CARE LESS.
"I CANNOT EXPRESS TO YOU THE DEPTHS IN WHICH I DO NOT CARE"
I feel like that. Haha, I do though.
It's merely a pit in my stomach that I can't ignore anymore. Trust isn't a word we can just vomit onto the floor anymore. It can't just lay there without getting cleaned up anymore. It needs to be cleaned up, mopped, and have that oat stuff lie on top of it all day long. To soak up all of the fibs we've told to each other and all of the hidden words behind those 5 measly letters.
I extended that sentence because the words won't come out. I had it all planned out in my head. Of what I was going to say to you. But I can't. You can't, obviously.
When I sat there, I watched the streetlights pass my eyes and burn my retinas only for a second. I was deep in thought and got interrupted by a wave of unnecessary laughter. I'm sorry if this is offending, it's only the truth. I feel this way. You can't make fun of me, you can't fight with me about this. It's my feelings and I have no other way of expressing it. This is the thing I typed into the search bar. And this is where I am.
But, I'm not telling you that..
her
I want to feel my very best. Like I can complete everything, and know that I am better than you in every aspect of life. I don't mean to sound controlling or weird or anything, but you think you are THE COOLEST thing that has happened to Pittsburgh. When really, you're just like the others. You walk with no confidence, you slouch, and you smell like cats. I hate cats. Seriously, stop thinking you walk with such poise to your contorted posture. Because in real life, you're ugly and have nothing intelligent to say. You think you do, but your nails are bitten and I've been trying to stop biting mine because yours are absolutely hideous.
You think you know every word in the dictionary when you barely know any of the words in the books you're reading. I never said that I read every day of my life like you do, because you have no life, but I'm just saying.. have some sense, dude. I absolutely hate you.
Yknow, I don't even know who I'm talking about.
I'm so behind in this class, and all I'm doing it personally blogging when I should be creating a website about my boring school life.
I want to look like her:
You think you know every word in the dictionary when you barely know any of the words in the books you're reading. I never said that I read every day of my life like you do, because you have no life, but I'm just saying.. have some sense, dude. I absolutely hate you.
Yknow, I don't even know who I'm talking about.
I'm so behind in this class, and all I'm doing it personally blogging when I should be creating a website about my boring school life.
I want to look like her:
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