Holy.
Shit.

Getting out of bed in the morning has been so difficult. And I hate school so much...and that almost scares me. Because I have never hated anything more than I hate Algonquin this year.

get me out of here.

and please come, birthday.

So....before vacation, Steph, Shay and I were in the holocaust class....and we were bored. so we wrote a collaborative poem, and it ended up being amazing.

Industrialism on a Moonlit Path

Believe you can do it and breathe...
close your eyes and exhale.
Get on your knees and
gather the berries of life.
The time is upon us
Be the fastest. Be the best.
But ( Read more... )

OKAY! Another revelation.

I was never happy with him.

Wait. Let me make that directed to someone.

I was never happy with you.

ahhhhhhhh yes

Ahh, I'm sitting in front of my computer and reading my old entries....and I miss when I had....a life. Not that I don't. But it's not as good. Parts of it are definitely good! And parts are a little rocky....and the rest are things I want to build on, some more so than others. But I really do miss...last summer. When nothing had fallen apart.

Today....I went to school....worried all day because of auditions for Les Mis (which were ridiculous! Girl after girl singing On My Own.)...and then worried at auditions. Of course. And Shay almost made me cry because she's so sweet and whispers things in my ear. HAHAH. In a non-lesbian way. BUT REALLY! I love her. But auditions were....special.  ( Read more... )

I don't know anymore ( Read more... )

noooooooooo ( Read more... )

So it's halfway through my senior year....

and I still don't like Dr. Bob.

I miss miller.

I'm so, so done with high school. I love my friends, but there are too many obnoxious people that can just...suck it. I can't wait till the summer between HS and college when I can just be with my friends and be in the moment and have fun and be free ( Read more... )

3 poems. Yeah. Really creative titles, too.

1.
I've tried time and time again
to write poetry about you
but I end up torturing
my poor heart with
overwhelming feelings and the
heavy weight of longing

so why don't you save me the trouble
and the sanity
and cross the line
with more than just your words

2.
My eyes, wide-eyed with anticipation,
survey the dimly- ( Read more... )