Me:  Watch me get my ass kicked by it’s own mind.

Poppy: I’m not that bad, now what do you want?

Me: Give me my aggression! D: Please!!

Poppy: I already told, you can’t handle it. You’re too soft. Ask Ben, he might have something for you.

Benjamin: I do not.

Me: C’mon, guys! Aren’t you afraid of what might happen at the party on Thursday? Aren’t you ( Read more... )

My little dilema has exploded to an all out war. It's not just me. Whoever is screwing with John, Anne, Beth, and Rick better watch their backs. D:< (For the record, these are aliases and so they are not the real names of my friends.)

No one makes my babies cry. ):It's one thing if it just involves me, (I know for a fact I may be a bitch sometimes ( Read more... )

I am currently at a loss at the moment, because it seems I can't separate my friends from my enemies. I mean really?

Am I bitch?

Do you guys just don't like me?

WHAT IS IT THAT I AM DOING WRONG?

I'm on the verge of snapping, people. I'm tired of this happening. Tell me what it is that I am doing wrong so that I can fix it. I don't really think that it ( Read more... )

Main Entry:  philophobiaPart of Speech:  nDefinition:  a fear of love, falling in loveEtymology:  Greek philos 'loving'

During my years in John Marshall high school, I have noticed how teens and adults ruin themselves with the notion of love.

• One is obssessed.
• Another is crazed.
• The third is depressed.
• And the fourth is just... just... gone.

I'm ( Read more... )

Imagine being alone to the point where your imaginary friend is a ghost. I'm not trying to say anything with this little poem I found, but it makes me wonder, that maybe there is someone, somewhere, out there who will come to me in my dreams and sing and talk to me. Whatever happened to those days when men bowed before a girl and asked to dance ( Read more... )

Me: Hey.

Poppy: Ugh, can't you see I'm thinking? You really need to learn how to be more polite, or you'll smacked around like before.

Me: I've never been smacked around! D:

Poppy: [Shakes head.] And you wonder why people were the way they were. What do you want anyways, coming in here like you need something from me? You do know I don't really exist ( Read more... )

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Dear Self,

I'm listening to "It's my life by Bon Jovi while writing tonight. Mostly because if I die while doing anything, I want this song to play at my funeral. That, and I want to be buried with an album that contains this song. If they can't do that, then I want to be cremated.
Burn me!

Now why did I start this thing with something like that? ( Read more... )

Okay, so I'm sitting here, with nothing to do with me life. I'm trapped between two Judo guys who can probably kill me and make it look like an accident. But I'm still alive, so har ( Read more... )

I have a friend in college. I rather not name anyone, but I feel like I must get this load off of my chest. Why? Why are you flirting with the guy I like, in front me? Knowing I like him, no less ( Read more... )

I cried today.

I fucking cried today. And in front of someone I'd rather not cry in front of.

God, I just wanna jerk my eyes out and yell at them for betraying me like this. This is going to be one of those I will kinda regret. And guess what I cried about?

Over a girl who just so happened to be nice to me in elementary school. On my birthday.

Now I ( Read more... )