Hey peoples,
its been a while since i have written so i know i owe you an explanation. So here it is, I'm lazy and i haven't had anything to talk about. But then i thought who cares i still owe them a post. and here its.
OK guys its about a month and a half in to school and so far it sucks like always but now it sucks even more with people getting in to fights and other people trying to hurt my friends. and i mean this happens every year but this year is different because this year we have brand new staff. and i mean brand ass new, so were breaking them in and so far the princiable is a total dickhead. The second day of school i get almost suspended because i refuse to take off my bracelet that says harassment and i tell him to fuck off because its supporting breast cancer and now everyone is wear a bracelet. But this asshole isn't letting up. its pissing me off.
But any way in a week or two its going to be HALLOWEEN!!! i am being a slutty butterfly and I'm having a party and I'm handing out candy this should be awesome. but any way i have some poems for you guys and that's all. i love you guys.
Poems-
Curling into a ball
Hoping, praying, dreaming that this pain in my chest will go away
But I know that won’t happen it will only get worse
In tell I can’t feel anything, just numbing pain that will push me off the edge on sanity
I'm shattered and yet I look like I'm completely fine
they say I'm crazy, you say I'm brilliant they say I'm only a child, you say I can concur the world they say it can never happen, you say I can do anything they say I cant, you say I can they say it will never happen, you say its only a matter of minutes
si la vie a un sens, où puis-je le trouver
" to know if a future is bright is to know if the stars can understand the human pain"
I pitch my self when I see u, maybe because I think Ur a perfect dream... I think its because I want to make sure I'm real and not just in some fairytale land.... I wonder if that's normal... well who wants normal
.
OK this last one isn't mine but i want you to read it.
10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and I handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes.
i want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.
its been a while since i have written so i know i owe you an explanation. So here it is, I'm lazy and i haven't had anything to talk about. But then i thought who cares i still owe them a post. and here its.
OK guys its about a month and a half in to school and so far it sucks like always but now it sucks even more with people getting in to fights and other people trying to hurt my friends. and i mean this happens every year but this year is different because this year we have brand new staff. and i mean brand ass new, so were breaking them in and so far the princiable is a total dickhead. The second day of school i get almost suspended because i refuse to take off my bracelet that says harassment and i tell him to fuck off because its supporting breast cancer and now everyone is wear a bracelet. But this asshole isn't letting up. its pissing me off.
But any way in a week or two its going to be HALLOWEEN!!! i am being a slutty butterfly and I'm having a party and I'm handing out candy this should be awesome. but any way i have some poems for you guys and that's all. i love you guys.
Poems-
Curling into a ball
Hoping, praying, dreaming that this pain in my chest will go away
But I know that won’t happen it will only get worse
In tell I can’t feel anything, just numbing pain that will push me off the edge on sanity
I'm shattered and yet I look like I'm completely fine
they say I'm crazy, you say I'm brilliant they say I'm only a child, you say I can concur the world they say it can never happen, you say I can do anything they say I cant, you say I can they say it will never happen, you say its only a matter of minutes
si la vie a un sens, où puis-je le trouver
" to know if a future is bright is to know if the stars can understand the human pain"
I pitch my self when I see u, maybe because I think Ur a perfect dream... I think its because I want to make sure I'm real and not just in some fairytale land.... I wonder if that's normal... well who wants normal
.
OK this last one isn't mine but i want you to read it.
10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and I handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes.
i want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.
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