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As much as i fucking hate you
and wish you would die
and everything like that..

i can't help but bringing up "remember when" stories about you.

stop invading me, please.

I used to really really love you.
Now you're sort of just.. there.

I AM HAPPY

The way you try to carry yourself so prim and proper is just utterly sickening.
How can somebody actually look at you and think you're cute? There is not one single thing on that pitiful fucking face of yours that is endearing. Everybody you meet can see right.fucking.through you. You're nothing to anybody, and everybody is nothing to you. Nobody holds you on a high pedestal and nobody thinks you're a golden trophy. Just please, for once in your fucking mess of a life, realize that you're just someone's fucking toy. You're somebody's unwanted baby doll thrown away by a careless child. Get the fuck over it and wonder your ugly ass off to the wonderland of abandoned toys. That's your home, now.

NaNoWriMo

Today, begins the day that I enter the world of "literary abandon".
All I need now is myself and a nice, hot, steamy cup of coffee.
I don't need school, and I don't need you.
It's me and my novel. So, step aside, please.

Missing

When I was sitting at the bus stop this morning, I had nothing to think about.
My mind was a blank slate empty thoughts and mental words.
I got up to get on the bus, I turned around out of curiosity, and saw a missing person's sign.
She was a black female that looked like she had been a nurse for a living and she looked so joyous and happy to be alive.
At that moment, when I saw those pearly whites on the black and white bleached piece of paper, I thought to myself, "I wonder where she is. I wonder what basement she's in. I wonder what kind of guy is raping her and torturing her right now."




The world is corrupt.

fluorescent

when i saw you under that fluorescent light
i didn't know what to think.

i thought you were going to hurt me.
you were glowing.
your aura around you was red.

your cheeks were sucked in
and your chest was puffed out.
i miss you.

you're as hollow as a magazine cover.
you're as empty as a full glass of soda.
what to think?

what do i do if i've ran dry of things to talk about?
what happens to us when i tell you i don't think you're interesting anymore?
what do you think of me?

why do you look at me the way you do?

i'm on the 10th floor of the shortest building in the city
and if i jumped right now, i would only have a broken platelet bone in my foot.
the second one into pieces.

if i dropped the glass doll and you were standing in front of me
all bloody and dead
would you still attack me?

would you still think of me the same?
would you stop glowing, please?

and could you please change the color of your aura, you're scaring me.
give me a hug.

or..y'know..just drop to the ground.