my brother sent me an email that said why i wasnt god
( why you're not god )

( the guys who would get on top of my johnson if i had one... )

I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage ( Read more... )

i just fell asleep in my drive way after my mom made me cry cause she cares more about a fucking turkey then she does me. so instead of letting her see me cry i went to about the middle of my drive way and cried myself to sleep and i just woke up. what the fuck is wrong with this picture?

like eight million people (ok so more like four) on lj have thought i have a penis. so here it is once and for all. I AM A GIRL I DONT HAVE A PENIS. is that clear. just cause people call me charlie people think im a guy. oh well. im not mad. just thought i should imform you all that... again i dont have a penis. :) life is so funny.

im shaking so bad rite now. i just got home from soccer practice and the adreline rush and runners high is going through me rite now. i love this feeling so much. its my choice drug, though i would miss the others. you know they say that a runners high is so good feeling to a person, that if channeled into a drug it would be the most addictive drug ( Read more... )

it seems to me that everyone is asking me about losing their virginity. maybe cause i was the first one of my friends to lose it, and my story is a memorable one. i lost mine in canada with a guy i barley knew in an alleyway when i was 15. but he was hot and it felt rite. so now every single one of my friends askes me for advice, yet tells me to ( Read more... )

ok. so the reason taht all my post have just gone to private is that i post all my poems here. and i dont want any of you to read them before i want you to. ill be posting reguarly but my poems stay private until i decide i want you to see them. sorry. its just i thing i do. i leave them here for a while to simmer and then i come back to them and ( Read more... )

its hard to stare into your eyes ( Read more... )

the keys seem to just keep clicking. the words keep coming. i dont know where they come from. maybe my heart. maybe my head. maybe from the screaming person dying to come out of me... i dont even know what im doing.a nagging voice is behind me, yelling at me. telling me how mean i have been. what the fuck do you call the last 16 years of my life? ( Read more... )