Friday, April 24, 2009


Shit

Where do I start?

I have been neglecting my posts like none other.

Hmmmmmm.



I'm sculpting a giraffe out of chicken wire.

It's effing bad ass.



I'm a gansta.

In case you were wondering.



The Breathe Carolina shirt I'm wearing is green.



17 Again was a funny film.



I've been in and out of love for the last six months.

With the same boy.

Right now it's out.

Give it a week and the status might change.



I miss my best friend,

and can't wait to see her this summer.



I failed my driving test today.

Hit a curb.



Tired.

Sleep is calling.



Night all.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

hfchmfcfhbmcxfj

I miss mah bestfrieeeeennnnnnnn.
So damn much.
She doesn't realize, how much I want to cry.
When i think that she won't be here for my 16 birthday.
I just want her home.
I'm tired of trying to act invinsible and having her here to call me out on it.
Do you feel this way too Noralee?
I just wat you home.


PS I'll think this is super whiny and emo later but it's how I feel.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

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.

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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.

Monday, December 8, 2008

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.