Not sure why I attract the worst of them ( Read more... )

I would like to sleep today away
Forget all the mistakes I've made
Be numb to every single pain
So please God let it rain this day

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So I'm no longer a high school student
Whatta shame haha
Graduation was barely a week ago and I can barely grasp its memory:
A blur of blue caps and broken applause for a crowd of lethargic teenagers,
A smile on my face due to silly Jimmy Wells,
Fumbling over yet another graduation speech in his attempts at bravado,
Before we all threw our hats (not ( Read more... )

You are so unhappy
And everything that has caused that thus far
Remains simply a result of your own actions
You should probably figure that out
Before you go destroy more relationships somewhere else.

I envy you nothing
I owe you nothing

You have to know I fight against everything about you

What a mighty shame
That fire an' gunpowder
Never knew anything cept 
Destruction

But if your up for a little demolition I'm up for some too

 "You got to go to the lonesome valley
You got to go there by yourself
Nobody else can go for you
You got to go there by yourself
 Oh, you got to ask the lords forgiveness
Nobody else can ask him for you
You got to go to the lonesome valley
You got to go there by yourself"
- Fairfiel Four 
  (Oh Brother Where Art Thou?)

Glossy and frozen, my deflated smile stares back at me from an awkward pre-eighth grade dance picture propped haphazardly on my desk. Looking at the picture brings back a wave of nostalgia, as well as a keen appreciation of the time between now and then.
To anyone else the photo represents time had and the hilarity in the awkwardness of youth, but ( Read more... )

No text
No call
No card
No teddy bear
No rose
No balloon
No smile
No touch
No kiss
No love
(Not that there ever was)
No excuses
No care
No thought
No discretion
No argument
No control
No tears
No emotion
No goodbye

No boyfriend of mine.

And it's only in moments of true weakness,
when darkness blurs the line
between my conscious state ,
and the frantic backroads of my mind
that  I pull your note out and read it.
Just a few times for good measure,
Pushing down on the corners 
Pressing hard against the creases time has alotted
and laughing at the faded red smilies dotting the frame 
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