i need someone to pretend with me. someone to take me to another reality. far away. where anything is possible.

Why do you ask me if you don't want to hear?
I'll always tell you the truth about how i feel.
But you don't really want to know do you?
Just as long as i listen to you,
About your problems and why you're happy,
Or why you're sad, or bored or lonely,
As long as i listen to that, i'm your friend.
I would never think about weighing you down with my problem,
Why i'm sad, why i'm lonely.
i never really want to to anyone about how i feel.
I'm just there for you to talk to:
I don't need to have someone listen to me too.
If that's your thoughts,
You
Are
Wrong.

the only thing i want in my life is to be left alone. away from all those people who don't know a thing about me. away from all those jerks who ask but don't really want to know. all those people who, in their minds, put me into some kind of class with other people who are "just like me". If there's not anyone out there who's real, i want to be left alone.

I hate her because she's not me, and because she's always making you sad. But also, i could be her friend, because when she makes you happy, you're very happy.

for what you don't know you do to me, i'll always for give you. always.

I may not ever be there when you cry,
To wipe the teardrops from your eyes.
I can't be there if you should need me,
But know that if I could, I would.

When you laugh at something crazy,
Or tell her "I love you baby",
I won't be there to laugh with you,
But if I could, I would.

I'm you're friend, though you've nevee seen me
No matter what, I always will be.
I don't care how many miles apart,
This is what's written in my heart:

I want to wipe all your tears away;
I want to laugh at the funny things you say;
I want to be there for you always:
Someday, I swear I will.
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fuck it all sasha! do you think i've never been hurt?! do you think i've never known what it's like to have someone walk out of my life and come back the next day pretending i'm not there?! it hurts! i'm not saying i've felt the same thing as you, but damnit i have been hurt before!!

"yes you poetry is inappropriate and your english is attrosive! please take the time to post a poem or don't do it at all! we won't fix it for you!"

ooooo i wanna cuss right now!!!!!!

why does he think i do things like that on purpose to hurt him?! i had no idea and he thinks i did! i thought he was infatuated with tessa! all guys have issues....

Today when i went to the beach with my mom, mar, casey and jesse, i was rather thoughtful. the beach has a thing for doing to me.

Elven names:Nienna Elensar, and Rumean Kordethess, meaning "Meadow rider Black eternal elf"
Hobbit name:Dimple Hamwich of Buckleberry Fern

*cries and cries and cries*

prostitutes have the right of it: harden yourself so that no one can hurt you. i don't care what other people say, even prostitutes have feelings: they're just smart and hide em way deep where no one can find em. a heart too, also hidden deeply away where no one can tear it apart. wish it was that easy for me.

"If this isn't love, then love can fuck itself and leave me alone: I want us to always be like this."

quotey by moi, to no one

i am feeling depressed but that's ok.
I am feeling suicidal but that's ok.
I am feeling sad but that's ok.
I am feeling hurt but that's ok.
I am feeling cold but that's ok.
I am not feeling at all but that's ok.
I am dead but that's ok.

i am a moron, who doesn't know how to talk. i'm am an idiot, who doesn't possess the brains she was born with. I am just a plain out bumbler, who couldn't be coy and cute if she wanted to be. lemme tell you this: that's me.

Dearest Diary,

I don't usually say that but who cares? i have found that humans bury their sorrow in happiness. Fake happiness of course. That is one reason there are so many bastard-children in the world: some girl got hurt and decided to look for "love". But there is no such thing. So "I shall bury myself in myself and the Devil may pipe to his own" (some poet in some poem)

-J (aka: loser)

You said you were different,
That you wouldn't just leave me.
But hell, you deceived me.
I'm just so gullible, so easy to fool.
And for me, to love is a rule.
I told you how i felt
Then you uncosciously delt
A hard blow to my reality
And to my analogy
Of you:
You left after a while
I stayed up in denial
That you could hurt me so strong.
But you could, and i was wrong.

all males are the same, at least all the ones i have met. doesn't matter what they say, i have never met a guy who really cares about anything. well i take that back, i have never met a guy who really cares about me. which i suppose is selfish to want. no offense to all my guy friends out there.

this my love is a death letter to you, knowing me I’ll see this thing through. But you first must know how much I love you. Ne’er a day there was where I didn’t love thee. You were always written on my heart, even though we were far apart. I drew you in my words of art, most things I wrote were meant for your heart only to see and understand. But mayhap there are others who will see and understand, for this is only written in my unfair mortal hand. I love thee well, and always will, even if my heart, with thy words thou dost kill. It matters not, for thee I will give my life right here and now

this is what happens when i scream. you die then i leave. i hate for it to be this way, but this is how it has to be. we couldn't be together in life, so maybe in the afterworld, we can be together. Then again maybe not, maybe our souls in this world will rot, never either of us ever seeing, loving or believing that the other is there.