I wish I had friends who acknowledged my existence ( Read more... )

FUCK YOU.

You know...
I'm getting places with this honesty thing.

I know I may actually piss people off or offend them slightly, but they'll just have to learn to live with it.
Besides, I don't mean anything bad by it.

I'm getting the answers I need by just telling it like it is.

And it feels pretty damn good.

So in case no one knew, I have this resolution this year where I am going to be honest and blunt about my feelings.

Take it or leave it.

Love me or hate me.

Screw it and screw you.

Let nothing run me down.

Quit the crying.

Don't be driven nuts by everything that bolts.

Stop being spastic.

Start being self-assured.

Most of all...

Breathe.  Believe.  ( Read more... )

Life used to be fun.

My fears have been confirmed
and I know I no longer can run.
But as the truth seeps in like the pelting rain,
it has not yet permeated through my brain.

Oh, what a fool I have been 
to wonder even at what could be.
Oh, how naive I was
to dare hope such a spectacle would occur.

I always knew deep inside
that you might find yourself at this place.
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And she turns around and smiles, a grim grim smile. Then she turns back around and laughs off her head. Her friends looks at her like she's crazy.

"Oh my God, Izzie, what is wrong with you? It's not that funny..."

No it isn't. But if she stops laughing, she's afraid she'll never stop crying.

-Hmmm...let's try it with feeling.

Feeling?  Honey i'll give you feeling.  Hell, i'll give you feeling so much that you won't have enough feeling left in you.  Let me spell it out for you.  I hate cocky asses.  Such as you.  I hate people who think they are all that, people who think just because they "think" they're smart, they have a right to blab ( Read more... )