my throat tastes bloody from screaming my feelings out so I didn’t have to explain them. it is the taste of satisfaction.
I'm crying now
because the driver’s ed just deleted another section. FUCK THIS FUCKING SHIT. I AM SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS!!!!!
Wanna know why I screamed?
Well I am doing driver’s ed online because it is shorter and less expensive than the classes at my high school. But my internet is down and same with my phone lines (they were supposed to be up on Friday, but you know how that ALWAYS works out). But I am stealing borrowing my neighbors internet, and I had finished this one section (about an hour and a half at least of work, probably two and...
I just screamed my brains out.
and it felt so good
forgettingonceandforall asked: Why would you put that UGLY picture up on tumblr for EVERYONE to see?
Low Self Esteem
Low Self Esteem
I just want him to like me
The morning tastes of brisk freshness as I begin to ready myself for school. I grab one of the many large bottles of colored liquid. I sprayed it upon myself, attempt to cover the smell. I squired it a couple of times for good measure. I then proceeded to smell, smell myself, checking. Checking to see if you could still smell that vile scent that radiated from me. It was when going pumpkin...
You knew too much, so I pushed you away. Turning back time as the clock ticks on making us strangers upon a crowded, inner-city street where we don’t make eye contact for fear that the other will steal our money, our wallets, our clothes; steal everything we have. I fear, I fear you know too much, and soon you will realize you know nothing.
I became road worthy today!
So today my mom had me drive on the real road, you know with like other people! It was a little fun in the beginning, but mostly it was scary, painful, and aggravating. My mother yelled at me practically the whole time from the passengers seat. It was screaming out of anger and pure terror. Mostly anger. I couldn’t do anything right. You know Mom, it is kind of hard to drive when you are...
She wont hurt you like I promise that I will no matter how much I don’t want to.
Okay, yell at me like always. I wasn’t trying to upset you, but since you were already angry, you have to take out all that still bent up anger on me. It’s okay, just do it again like you did yesterday and the day before.
Should I just confess this unrequited love to you? Would that help me finally get over you? Or would you hate me more than you already do? Would you lose respect for me? Is there anyway you would respond positively? Probably not, because you already know that someone is better than me. It is better to like her.
I've done it again.
So now, I have become the bad guy. But you didn’t notice before, I have been all along. That black mask tucked into my purse I so easily claimed was for a Halloween costume to use next weekend, but I really used it to steal your heart, though once I had it, captured, tucked away, hidden, I realized I didn’t want it. I wanted you to stay away, for I could see it was...
67. I tend to make incomprehensible sounds to...
So sore it's hard to keep working out, so I only...
I’m definitely gonna pay for that later…
It’s not disgusting, this feeling. They’re cold, but surprisingly warm, gliding down my face, a smile pulling at these shaking lips. “Thank you.” I think, brushing away these joyful tears.
thank you. thank you for caring.
I can’t stand this anymore. I thought you should know. You’re the reason covered in rose petals, pulled from my precious garden in hope as I pluck each petal praying you love me, and with each colorless stem I throw away, I remember. You don’t, and I can’t stand it anymore.
You can read it, but you might not like what you learn.
iamthatvoice: rememberingeverything: amy winehouse is dead. that’s really sad. agreed. i really hope people respect her for her music and aren’t all like “oh she deserved it cause she did drugs”. rip.
Just the fact that you answered, the answer...
or you can act pretty damn well
i wish i could see him like you: an enemy. but unfortunately, i see differently: an angel. and the devil really is me.
I attempt not to understand, because understanding...
Beauty, today there is such a misconception of it. Stare into a mirror all day, until it tells you you’re beautiful. Beauty is not something that is seen. Beauty, Beauty is felt, and if you can only see beauty in that framed glass, you truly are worth the title: ugly
When I was a kid, I didn't have a laptop, iPod,...
jenlikesmen: ): i miss this. the good ol’ days!
quirkily asked: btw; wanna skype?
Is it a hobby? Or something to fill your free time? Do those thoughts make you smile, thinking of other ways to make me feel more alone? In this little game, you think it’s easier to steal my men, guns, armor, horses, and all right from under my feet planted so firmly on this checkered ground. No matter how this battle is viewed, you always win. You steal, while I send them away, afraid for...
Thoughts alone can be deadly.– “Who Really Is The Beast?” (my NaNoWriMo story, editing)
GOT MY PERMIT!
The best surprises often come when we’re out of hope.– Unknown