Wednesday, March 11, 2009

i love poetry

story of my life. 

it hurts a little when you say that you dont want to be home anymore. i was always here for you, through the bullshit that goes on at school to the bullshit that goes on here. and to say how much you hate it, and how much you want to leave. always. still hurts just a little. just calm the fuck down for two seconds. please and thank you. ps i think its funny how you make such a big deal over stupid bullshit and tell me people back at school dont do that. because they do. they fucking use you and abuse you and you act like its fucking fine. because the current situation always looks worse than the past. and thats fine. i fucking get it. 


my 365 is suffering from this going out bullshit. making up three photos tomorrow. fuckmylife. 

and you. ive given up on you i think. i mean, you'll probably be receiving some form of communication from me in two weeks asking how you are because for some unknown reason i actually give a damn. maybe because i have a heart and i like taking chances and realize that risk is just a wall in life that you need to break through. what good is keeping your fucking heart locked in a big cold box based on what people have done to you in the past. im sorry, im not everyone else. no matter how many people have said that to you eventually you need to find hope in one.  and im probably just upset because i cant be that for you. and thats okay. i just dont appreciate you tiptoeing around that fact. you asked me to be open, you asked me to be honest. thats all ive fucking done. and look where it got me. but no, not going to let that shit bring me down. 



i hate ranting. oh well, this almost counts a saying it out loud and this way i wont have to go to sleep angry or thinking about anyone of you. 


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