Rawrxoxo31

Am I the only one
who gets really
mad
when people put
surveys in the
vent section?

Why is it that the people who have no  r e a l  problems at all
are the ones that  c o m p l a i n  the most?
There are people with it a  b i l l i o n  times harder,
yet,
you  n e v e r  hear them complain . . .  
not even  o n c e. 

I like to take things  s l o w.

I wanted to  g e t  t o  k n o w  y o u  fist.

But then she  c a m e  i n t o  the picture.

As soon as you and  y o u r  e x  b r o k e  up.

Not even  o n e  d a y  and you choose her.

I warned you of  t h e  c h e a t e r  she is.

I warned you of  t h e  l i a r  she is.

I just  w i s h you would have  l i s t e n e d.

You're constantly in my ear.
"Everybody hates me. Kill me now."
I tell you time and time again,
"It's not funny. Please don't joke about that."
But you never listen.
Every thing's a joke to you.
To you it might not be such a big deal...
but to me
It's something I have to deal with
every single day.

I couldn't wait to get to High school,
Freedom,
New school,
New friends,
New start.
What I didn't realize
was that even though I left that all behind,
I'm still the same person.
I thought I could start over new,
drop old habits,
finally be happy.
But I never could have been more
wrong.

Me: Oh my god feel my hair!
Friend: Mmkay ... holy crap that's so soft!! what do you do to get it like that?
Me: Well I dye it, straighten it, tease it, basically treat it like shitt... ya know
Friend: Lucky bitchh
Me: Hahah :P


I really like my hair... :D

As simple as I can,
I'll tell you the difference between a
pencil and a pen and where it will leave us.
Now as your body lets you die,
I sit here still alive.

In my memory I wrote you down in ink,
I never wanted to erase your story
even with the tragedy it brings.

The fluid in your lungs that tells you,
you're losing,
stop breathing.
The medicine that comes
will fix you,
will help you.
But takes you from conscious to sleep
place my hands to face and weep.

Emery - Returning the Smile You Have Had from the Start