Graffetti i saw recently: "You don't know me nigger"

My response, though I wish I could've wrote back, was: Of course I do, you're that blip that keeps blinking, trying to get the rest of the blobs attention. Sad ending is, you could change colors, sparkle, move, bounce what have you but you're still just a part of the blob.

When one stumbles over their words, it reminds one that they're human. An understanding between two simple beings that no matter their rank, position, salary, race, religion, etc. they are still just two human beings communicating thoughts and feelings the best they can. We are all trying to be the best we can. It's ok to forget a word every now ( Read more... )

I had this dream the other night ( Read more... )

Today was my last. I counted down the minutes, waiting for all the high school bull shit to be over ( Read more... )

In my previous posts, I complained about Time as if he were an old man. That he does exist and let's us use his invention, letting it fuck with us immensely ( Read more... )

Now that the apathy has subsided for the most part...I'm just angry and grieving ( Read more... )

Love is that overwhelming emotion that fills you with care and affection for another. It's both welcomed and rejected. But the best is when you start to reject it but the other party forces it to you, doesn't give up, and drags you into this beautiful whirlwind. Sweeps you off your feets and this planet. It's the beginning and makes your heart stop ( Read more... )

man, it's really a bitch being sick. oh my god. when i wake up and when i go to sleep i just keep saying "oh my god i wanna die" in that nasty nasally voice ( Read more... )

There's a lot of shit i really should do. Make money (god I wish that was easy...fuckin reality), write more (I have stories haunting me and I do nothing about it? damn...), not got sick (cause that's easy), do all my homework (I've been good recently, don't want to fuck up garduation 56 more dayssss), and gift shop (but I need to fix number one on ( Read more... )

I wrote one called "Caroline Price" a long time ago as a mockery of depressing poetry. Then today while i was waiting for class to start, I wrote "Fred" and "Mr. Ferdinand". But everything got better when Alison came in. We came up with all sorts of ideas and wrote a bunch in P.E. (amazing huh?). Well, here's what we created ( Read more... )