TripToPortland

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 I  like the smell of rain, the way it pitters and patters against windsheilds and gutters. I like the way it slithers sneakily down the side of roads, trickling down into deep sours. The way it drops down from the edges of roof-tops onto the bumps of the concrete, and the blades of grass, then bursting into a little explosion as it hits.  I like the roar of city buses, gliding down the streets to the next destenation. I like the feeling of traveling, going to places you've never been. I like the idea of being anonymous with my art, and then leaving it for another passer-by to find. I like the idea of Perfection being non-existent. There's a lot rattling around in my mind, so much it could take billions of years to sort through it all. Though that'd never be possible, I prefer to keep a great deal of it locked up inside. Sometimes i forget that not everyone will agree with me. Sometimes I forget to be kind, passionate, sharing, caring, perfect this or that.  

                     Don't listen to just anything that you hear.  


       Sometimes,  

                                                                                                                You have to plug your ears, and get away from the words, and sounds.  

Quotes by TripToPortland

I just need someone to talk to.

I give up.   I'm a loser.
Society, you win.

Put me in hell, anything is better than this life.



 

Taunt me.

Hurt me. Kick me. Shove me down. Make me cry.

Slice me to pieces. Push me over the edge.

Make me want to die.

 

Put me to sleep forever.

 

 

That's all I want from this life.

She thinks it's no big deal.
                              I just can't find anyone equal in mind to me, can I?

she has more friends. she's prettier. boys like her. no one calls her names. her friends are there for her. she makes plans with her friends. she isn't a loser, like me.
& Today my dad told me I could invite someone to a movie if I wanted to.
No one popped up in my mind.

 

She has no clue.
 

Impossible.
It has now been proven to be impossible for me to be happy for just 24 hours.

Screaming and yelling. Hitting and hurting.
Crying and running.
Slamming and locking.
Turn out all the lights.
You'll be okay.
You'll be just fine.
They don't know anything.
They're full of lies.
Suck it up. Take a breath.
You're meant to be here.
Your heart is beating.
And that is not changing.


 



 

 

 

 

What's so bad about being
DIFFERENT ?