I can sit there, in front of you and you don't think a thing ( Read more... )

Lying, defeating, discuss these lies ( Read more... )

I'm standing in front of the middle schoolers, my sister an my friend and a few teachers, including Mr. Gotshall and I start saying things ( Read more... )

She sits besides me with these soulfull eyes and an expression like she knows everything and she's trying to explain to you the concept of life and depression ( Read more... )

So, I'm sitting here in the photo room when school is actually out early ( Read more... )

God ( Read more... )

Sorry, I know even that seems to tear at my ears ( Read more... )

I have no life, and I'm perfectly fine spending my days at school in the photo room every chance I get ( Read more... )

I don't know what I'm trying to say.
But what I do realize is that how can you find the truth in a world of lies.
Everyone builds off of each other never fully being themselves.
Yet they still strive to find indivisuality with in generosity.
How does that work among those who wish the by equally different?

The stress is still building higher...but I'm not as crazed and mentally enthralled as I was before...and I should be thank you ( Read more... )