I've had some kind of rash this past week or so. It's on my arms, thighs, shoulders, stomach, and a few assorted other places. MY arm is infected from it, because it's impossible not to itch, literally. Maybe I'll die from the infection. o.o I probably won't but I can always hope. There's blood streaked on my arm. I miss Spyder, but I don't want ( Read more... )

Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust ( Read more... )

She spit on me. She fucking spit on me. Jackie is such a disgusting little whore, I swear. She's in 6th grade and has the mouth almost as loose as she is. Then when I embarress her cause she's dumb, she spits in my hair. I'll kill her. I didn't find out till I got home, but I'll kill her if I see her. Kill kill kill... I can taste the blood already

As I lay in your arms, watching you sleep, I ran a finger over your eyebrow and around the corner of your eye, tracing the fine lines, lines where laughter still lingered. I let my palm rest against your cheek, my thumb brushing over your lips. Nothing would ever be more beautiful to me. And for the first time, I felt my life was complete. Nothing ( Read more... )

I lie down, pull the blanket under my chin and wrap it around myself tightly. Even though the thick down is warm, I feel a cold breeze breath up and down my back. There’s an empty space next to me where you should be. It feels like a cold black hollowness that only you can fill ( Read more... )

sitting in a room full of people ( Read more... )

I miss him.. The love that lives in me yet is torn.. I wrote another poem... My first is getting published, I'll write the publishing and the next one in procession:

StupidityAs pure as the angels ( Read more... )

Walk through the hall I get called a whore. Sit on the bus, get called a slut. Supposedly I cheated on him, it's what he's telling everyone. He says I slept with 15 guys. They ask me if it's true, then tell me I'm a liar when I say no. Called a poser. Best friend decides I'm not longer her best friend. Failed a test. Teacher hates me. I hate me. ( Read more... )

My birthday is in a week.

Ben and I are no longer. Raley thinks we are. Many are infatuated with me. Love is a terrible thing to have, but worse to lose. I never want it. I'm moving to Florida. Ami is coming back. I hate myself. I just want to die. Have a nice day.