When did this all happen.

So, here we go. I post in this thing strictly when I have things to say. I mostly keep everything else locked up. Without a key, it's a no go, and I lost the key, what feels like a lifetime ago. My life seems to be a book I've already read with no ending. Instead of things sorting themselves out they're intertwining into a tangled mess that feels ( Read more... )

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This world can be so harsh.
Scratch that, not the world,
the people in it.

The people in this world can be so harsh.

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Shew, Is it over yet?

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I don't understand a lot of things. Like what exactly I am supposed to write in this art of a Lab Report. I also don't understand why these Black girls next to me are cursing every two seconds and being obnoxiously loud, just as they are stereotyped. I wish that I could make people see the good they can do and the things they could accomplish if ( Read more... )

why?

Get out of my head.
You were supposed to be long gone by now.

Life, stop kicking my ass. Seriously.
I'll bake you some cookies.

'you dont need the sun to shine.'

My irresponsibility is a shame. A real shame.