I don't speak,
not a sound.
There's nothing I could say
to make you stay.
Look at me,
my heart is truly yours--
for these things,
we don't have words.
When it's so cliche to say:
my heart is in it, but my mind
tells me to runaway.
Who are you?
Do I believe the things that you say?
When you're barely speaking to me.
You exist, I have seen you.
but with those eyes, I have cried at the thought of you.
I won't lie,
I can't lie,
I've never had this feeling
and I'm not sure how to describe it:
Fear,
or love...
Both of the above?
This hopeless romance,
built of so much fantasy.
It's so unreal,
but I'll still get hurt.
So please, don't ask me why,
I don't say a thing.
[It's a 11:10..we're waiting in AP GOV.
I made a wish..]
Friday, November 11, 2011
-Poem-
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Well... conferences were tonight...
There's a few lessons I want you all to learn. Firstly, don't set your expectations too high, you will ALWAYS be disappointed. God damn you this is my fucking life, and if I want to live it this way, then the hell with you. I'll do what I want. Don't tell someone how to live and that you're disappointed in them for not doing better when you haven't been through it. Don't you dare tell me that you have, this is different than your petty little high school where homework probably took you less than three hours a night. YOU DON'T KNOW A FUCKING THING ABOUT ME! NOT A THING! Stop telling me what to do and who I am. I don't give a damn what others say about me, and right now you are just another disapproving voice, nothing more. I may be your daughter but I am not your CHILD, I haven't been for at least two years now. I have got to take care of myself. Not you, not your desires. You, no doubt made some fucking mistakes as a teen. Oh, did you forget about those. Got the upper hand now. Say all the things you told your parents you'd never say to your kids, just because you got some big authority now? Yeah I have some missing assignments. You wanna know why. Because those fucking teachers, instructors, pompous bitches, whatever you wanna call them; they load me with homework each friggen night. My backpack is at least 20 lbs. probably more. I must have at least and hour in each class. Probably 2 for Ap Government. There's no way in hell that I can get that ALL done ALL the time without going crazy. Did you also know I dream of running away. Or of quitting this school completely. When I asked what you'd do if I dropped out, I wasn't kidding, even if you think it was haha rhetorical. I was so god damn fucking serious. You haven't the slightest clue. I haven't been happy in god only knows how long. And contributing to the many reasons, this fucking school and you (YOU YOU YOU!) are one of the reasons why. I'm no super human, and I'm not your bitch. Not one slightest bitch. I'm not perfect. Go ahead, give me that look. Be "so disappointed". I'm not upset because you are, I'm upset because I haven't gotten out of this place yet. The second I can leave, I am so gone. I love you guys to bits and pieces, but you best know, the second I turn eighteen, I am out of this place. GONE FOR GOOD! Now go ahead, have fun being disappointed. You haven't the slightest clue. And they say I'm naive. Fuck you.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
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