December 2009
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Um. Okay?
noellesome:
It is insane how someone will try to make someone feel like shit when they’re not even friends, anymore. Your wasting your horrible poetic words on something that won’t make her feel anything but pity for you. Your trys will never amount to anything and you are just making a fool of yourself. Get a life. Stop terrorizing her’s. Goodbye, jerk. You will get jump by someone, soon....
What the balls.
I miss the adventures we used to have. How we could talk and not feel pressured. Love each other with just the thoughts of ourselves. Hanging out each day, not a care in the world. Things get screwed up. People grow apart. I know this. I don’t want you to keep me on a line. Keep me there, okay. Leave me, okay. Taunt me, not okay. I ask to be treated as a real person. Do not lie. Tell me how...
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I just woke up crying.
That was intense. I just had a dream that my school’s Chemistry teacher was the musician Beck and then Beck was being an asshole in class and he was using a pen-type-deal that could extend and hit the students. Students like me. After that happened, I got sent to the principal’s office, for the thing that happened in class. From there, the principal just stared at me. I nervously...
What is happiness?
I went through a period when I thought that the only way I would be happy is if I make myself happy. Not with the help of others. It seems that I only felt confident saying that because I did have people in my life that made me happy. On the side, I would make myself happy on my off-time and it seemed I enjoyed that time more poignantly than being with friends. Now it seems that I can only be...
This is my first post.
So. The real first post I’ve ever sent was to this one kid that was passive-aggressively tormenting my friend. So. I passive-aggressively posted something about him. It was violent. I don’t really care, though. The kid deserved it. Well. Expect me to post many things. Things like art, quotes, music, and many other things. I should post some of my poems. Oh, I love you, Tumblr.