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Wow... I've lost all sympathy I had for you.
There’s a girl a grade above me, who seems to have a rather hard life. I’ve been facebook friends with her for a while, and I’ve never really talked to her. So today, i saw something about how she feels like she doesn’t deserve to have the hard life she has, or something. and I saw a rude comment from one of her friends. So, I politely told him that he was wrong in making an assumption that her life wasn’t as bad as he assumed it was. so, she feels it necessary to say, “ & Miranda … Your like 5 …. I don’t care about you .”
and worse then that, the one that I said was wrong said, “plus miranda was kinda helpin u out”
why are some 9th graders so mean for no reason?
why are there only like 5 cool 9th graders?
and why do people keep telling me I’m younger then I am?
Looking through the past from paper after paper...
So I’m cleaning my room trying to get rid of so much crap and I come across this binder. And on this binder I wrote a poem on a black binder with a black sharpie… Actually, I’m not sure if this counts as a poem although I am sure my 15 year old self would argue, “The fuck it is. What the hell else could it be? Who are you to constitute what counts as a poem?!?”
If you’d rather not read this teenage shit then please, scroll down or get the hell out of my blog before you get sucked in.
Soon the pail light dims, soon is where it all begins
It’s this time tonight, it’s that time you’ll lose your light
Where you cut the line, where you have lost your time
It’s all gone down, all veins, all around
The word was spread, that you were dead
While you were gone things were changing
While you moved along your heart was breaking
Why do I feel this way?
Why did I turn the other way?
This hurts me so much inside,
Without you here I feel I am going to die,
While I’m dying inside you’re leaving me behind
I’m mourning under the sheets, wishing you sweet dreams
Hoping you’ll be forgiving, accepting me when I plead for you to love me again
To fix this broken heart they said it has to stop in order for it to start
Now… I have no fucking idea what I was writing about but in some parts I was on to something. But really… I should revise most of this crap because I get an A for Effort but an F for fail.
Last of Kitkat
(: My crush on Kitkat or should I say ex-crush?
Just making this post to talk about what has happened.
My feelings for Kitkat has faded away and now he’s like any other guy. I find that interesting. I saw his name on FB and I didn’t care, honestly. It felt so weird. The guy I’ve been crushing on since March, who I spent endless amount of time thinking about, had suddenly become a mere person of importance. I mean he is my classmate but nothing else. I guess, I just wanted to post how I felt after all this time. I know, it hasn’t been a long time but it feels like that to me. It feels weird. (: This will be my last post dedicated to my “crush” Kitkat (ex-crush). So long, and I bid you farewell.