Fuck Snow

My Life as of Now.

I love old school Escape the Fate with a feiry passion.

Dan retarded.

Coleden's amazing because he burnt me the new BMTH cd.

Beka and I are going to make a snowman tomorrow.

he'll be an emo one;; named Canola.

Family Force 5 makes me giggle.

I wanna dye my hair red.



This shade

We don't have school tomorrow.

Because of all the mother fucking snow.

David better not be an ass and bring me muh starbucks.

He owes me.

I miss my Best Frannnnnn.

I got her Cristmas present.

But she'll have to forgive me, cause it'll get to Texas late.

Tired.

Going to bed.

Me. Simply Me.

She sits in the corner with her 200 degree coffee

and a book in hand.

Biting her lip as the crowd passes by.

She’s ordinary.

She’s like no other.

She’s cliché.

She’s the most original person you will ever meet.



He walks past her, but doesn’t see her smile.

She fights back tears wondering why he’s so oblivious.

About to explode,

Yet totally calm.

Insecure with herself,

But appearing otherwise to the world.



She surrounds herself among creativity,

But feels like a frail shadow in comparison.

Has aspiration to be great,

But fears not having a drive to meet it.

Stubborn as a pit bull,

Yet compliant as they come.



She has moments of genius,

but then is as ditzy as only a teenager can be.

Blends in.

But at the same time, stand out.

Young.

But feels like she’s lived a hundred years.



She wants to believe that she’s not a lock without a key.

Hopes and dreams.

Cries and tears apart her being.

A wreck.

A beauty.

A piece of work.



She sits in the corner with her 200 degree coffee

and a book in hand.

Biting her lip as the crowd passes by.

She’s ordinary.

She’s like no other.

She’s cliché.

She’s the most original person you will ever meet.

A Memoir of the Pitiful

Why don't you see past the façade?

Why can't you see the demon for what it is?

The evil and vindictive being;

That hides behind a mask of innocence.



Why don't you see past the façade?

The pain in her eyes.

The fear leaking from her words.

The insecurity lacing her every move.



Why don't you see past the façade?

Wicked motivation behind her actions.

Lies traced with sweet smiles.

A cruel being that isn't real.



Why can't you see past the façade?

Wipe off the makeup;

And see the demon for what she really is.

A fake.

Blasphemy at its finest.

blech

So.

I feel like my life kinda sucks right now.

I hate school.

I want it to be overrrrrr.

I want to get out of this town that's suffocating me.

I want to be happy.

I don't want to fight with my not-really-ex boyfriend about stupid

shit.

I don't want to feel unhappy anymore.

I don't want to feel inadaquit to my own personal stanards.

I feel like the only way to alleviate this problems is to leave.br>
So, that's what I want to do:

leave.

ब्लेच. इओझ्गेइज्गो. ओफ़्दिव्बेह्न्ब्क़ोइद्फ़्ह्न्ब. व्त्फ़?

I'm tired of life at this point in time.

I hate school.

My friends aren't understanding my thinking.

I feel like I'm suffocating under an unknown pressure.

And I don't know how to alleviate it.



I'm so lame.

'Sup

My internet keeps going down.

It's pissing me off.



Right now,

I'm craving a really good apple,

but I don't have one.



I miss my best friend, even though we're talking on Instant messenger.



I wish she could come home sooner,

but I have to be paitent.



I'm stressed that I might not get to go to Japan this summer.

Cross you fingers that I get accepted into the Ambassador program.