For the last couple weeks I haven't been able to sleep At night. I have been staying up till all hours of the morning doing art, going on the computer, reading. Its bad because im falling into the habit. i am always getting bad habits...
The difference between Guys and Girls:
(None of these people are my friends)
I walk into a classroom and a guy says "Look! its ___, duck!"- he and his friends laugh. Afterwards he actually apologizes.
I walk into a second classroom. A couple of -shallow- girls (again, NOT my friends) start acting all fake friendly. Then they act all offended as I were being cruel when I barely acknowledge them. Even though ruining my life is their favorite hobby.
Guys can be mean, but girls are cruel.
I think I prefer the guys.
I hadn't been eating for a while and my friend invited me over to her pool. So I bike a little over one and a half miles. The 5 of us were in the pool for about 4-5 houres and by the end I was close to passing out. Later it bagan to thunder and my dad called telling me I should get home quickly before the storm began. DId Imention we were inside at this point becasue we didnt want to get hit by the falling branches? SO I biked home in under two minutes, one and a half miles. Thats very fast for me.
LISTEN UP STUPID PEOPLE!
Firstly: It is boring and unoriginal
Secondly: We don't even know you
Third: I bet you get pissed off if the answer doesn't suit you because the only person who responds to that kind of thing is a loser
GET THIS:
If I had you locked in my room for 24 hours, I would kick you out of there so fast you wouldn't know what hit you. What the fuck are you doing in my house anyway!
Why the hell would you want to be in my room!
You are obviously a unoriginal,pat
I like black mirrors. They make me look pretty.
Razors pain you
rivers are damp.
Acids stain you
and drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful
and nooses give.
Gas smells awful
you might as well live.
-Dorothy Parker
Great poem
86% of statistics are made up on the spot, 12% are twisted in some sort of manner to make a point, 1.9999% are not caculated correctly, and 0.01% actually might be of some sort of worth... Only 38% of an unknown population of people know this, and an outstanding 92% ACTUALLY like reading bullshit statistics.... If you are the elite 8% that hate bullish statistics like "94% of teenagers won't stand up for god; repost this if you're the 4% that will".... well, good for you! We share a certain thought... like the other 8%... of some sort of elite group of people that exists in.... some larger group of people...
Need to:
Draw: elegy, drunk fairy, banner for friends wiki
HW: Mice and Men/ separate peace
Plate tectonics
call friend
Scan picture
hang up picture
FIND OUT HOW TO GET RID OF THIS FUCKING TATTOO
Broken Heart
If you are there
You can’t help but care
But when you go
You no longer know
Everything is backwards know
I suddenly wonder why? how?
Did I ever think this
How could I have changed – but I miss
All I have left behind
Flies around my tortured mind
Joy and sorrow battle within
My poor head and make it spin
Shall I never have any respite
From my internal fight
I can hardly bear to see
What I myself have done to me
Why can no one let me be who
I have become or want to
My heart is shattered all that’s left is a shard
It has flown so high and fallen so hard
Lost my soul as homeless as I
Flutters across the ever-changing sky
It can never stop or rest
Forever fluttering within my breast
A cage of bars sharp stabbing
And all around hands grabbing
A piece of love I give to all I hold
And into my broken heart fold
Those who I would spare
The pain of having ones heart tear
I could not think to release
Even one betrayed piece
I will remember I will hang on
Even to those long dead and gone
All my friends my family my kin
We stick together through thick and thin
Sheltering each other when we are in pain
Through emotional storms we hold fast again
We lift the fallen to their feet
And help broken hearts continue to beat
It is now 3:44- in the morning
at around 12:30- midnight
I got up
snuck out of the house
and biked a mile and a half to my friends house
I came in through the window and we ate cookies
and I chatted on her screen name
at two I left
I biked back home
Climbed a tree
watched the moon a bit long
(its full)
Then I went inside
and ate ice cream
I came to ET
And talked to some random person about cutting
I may have accidentaly tattood myself
I cut myself with scissors trying to prove to my friend that they aren't sharp.
I am officially stark, raving, mad.
Good night!
Happy Full Moon!
<O.O>
If any one read this knows about tattoos, please message me.
In specific, how permanent are ash tatoos?
I really need to know
If any one read this knows about tattoos, please message me.
In specific, how permanent are ash tatoos?
I really need to know
The Tree and me
Rising in the dark
Covered all by bark
Fed by rushing creek
Your leaves the sunlight seek
Bearing Fruit and seed
Otheres for to feed
Sheltering from the heat
Your roots form knotted feet
A crown of green you bear
With leaves intsead of hair
Your trunk is tall and strong
Your life simple yet long
Tell me grandfather tree
...
The rest is elsewhere
You Are My Sun
YOu make all right
Bringing me light
You are my sun
Bringing new sight
Whatever you say
Turns night to day
Your sorrow my cloud
Your joy my ray
You heal my pain
Bring Joy again
And when I cry
You dry the rain
When I can't cope
You throw me a rope
Sending a glow
Of long sought out hope
Ich suche im Himmel
Fuer den Mond
Sie sucht hoffnung
Aber ist nie verschont
Der Himmel ist lehr
Hoffnungsloss und kahl
Ich suche immer weiter
Im leerem All
A silent scream can shatter walls
It echoes -silently- through empty halls
I have no beginning
I have no end
I have no enemies
I have no friends
All who know me know despair
And when I linger
You tear your hair
I am the horrors of the night
I am cruelty I am spite
I am wicked I am hate
Do not try to escape me
Its already to late
You feel my sorrow and agony
But never ever any sympathy
Wandering lost in my world
You hudddle in fright
Around your self curled
Hidden secrets beneath a grave
A long lost present you never gave
The darkness comes not from without
You hear your own voice give the shout
Your malice comes from within
Its yout own evil that makes your head spin
You know who's guilty and who's wrong
You know whose voice raised that morbid song
Do not try to break free
Because you know
that you are me
Want to see something funny?
http://www.alb
Hmmm a diary
does this get any wierder?
I ask you, who writes a public diary
Hmmm....who am i asking?
There is no one there.....
I need a head ache pill
If I weren't allergic to them
Drat
News flash for the uninterested world:
I am depressed
And if you care:
Shame on you!
go worry about peopple with real problems!
Who are dying without a choice! etc. etc. etc.