It was early in the school day and I wasn't used to functioning in such ways. I was walking, walking. Left right left right left left left left stop. It was cold. Here comes my rainy day. I was standing. And if I where to look above, I would see the overhang, but I was looking down. I was toeing. Just about to step into the rain. Paul Simon and Art ( Read more... )

I'd love to know who the pansy is that's leaving the hillarious comments on my poetry. They seem to think that I'm self absorbed, depressed, and that I wish I was popular. Plus, they kinda missed the whole point of my poem. And, it's also cowardly that they left anonymous comments, If you'd like to blow up on these sad people yourselfs, please see ( Read more... )

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( You're GREAT to the power of eXcellent! )

People always think about changing the world but never changing themselfs.

I just found out that the one nerd loser kid at my school that I truely felt sorry for and always laughed at his jokes and always defended makes fun of me under his breath in English.

What a bitch.

( I just found good lyrics )

( Yeah, that's pretty sweet I guess. )

Sometimes, I'm really ashamed to be a girl.
Because we are such bitches. We really are.
( This mah JAM! )

Bored so I re-did my layout.
Vair Femme.
If anyone wants me to pimp their journal, holla.