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Long hair, Big eyes. Fake smiles, Living lies. Funny jokes, Rude remarks. "Swag" walk, Leaving sparks. Hollister, New iPhone. Lipstick, Girly tone. Make-up, Fake tan. Has a boy, Wants a man.
"I want to be a good-looking Guy with the perfect fling. I want to click and fit right in, And I wanna commit a sexy sin." "I want to have a proper friend. I don't want to have to pretend.
I was sitting on the bus listening to the idiots all around me make jokes about "It" and then it occurred to me; in my entire life I have met a total of 3 people that think similarly to me.
I know I shouldn't rush life as its VERY short.. But.. I want to be a tattoo artist and for me to train to be one, I have to be 18. Being 16+ is shite. Ok, turning 17 in May but still.
#acrostic. One I forgot to post. Sludging through the hallways. Corridors of dread. Harbouring such fear and hate. Of where these halls do head. Open doors of hell to me. Locked inside all day.
#acrostic - with some naughty words. {S} hitty lessons, shitty writes, {C} rappy classrooms, crappy lights. {H} eavy homework, heavy days, {O} nly teachers have their says.
#acrostic. Somewhere in the middle of the. Cool kids groups and the outcasts. Hanging around in chess club. Or skipping lessons to go to the arcade. Often I would try to say as.
So this is part of maybe a three part story-ish ... The first two parts are "Valentines Day" and "The Day After V-Day" ...
She's rude and unkind, Always changing her mind, We're expected to follow behind. She sits in her bed, With music in her head. Doesn't care what anyone has said.
Chapter 16 "Two guesses. Where are we going?" Jake asked, smirking. It had got to 10AM when he decided he was getting up.
drugs. shaved heads. middle fingers. piercings. fuck yeah. I'm so cool. but not when no ones looking. I hate myself. the way I look. the way I am. when I'm not acting. I want to be cool.
Yeah, about that, I apologise. Not to you of course, but to myself.. I promised that I would post every day in a blog type fashion. I lied, well.. its only been like.. 3..4 months. Oops.
sitting in this damn cafeteria. mushed between thirty kids I barely know. they barely know. how much they show. for i'm surrounded by. them. a clump of teenagers. rambling on. and showing off.
Fields of green,. Heart of black,. When will will there be a chance to turn everything back. To the way it was. To the way it hasn't been. The way it should. Where the fields are green.
#sundayrepost Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Through you I want to fall, Help me get out of this place, So I don't have to look at my face.
Yes, I get depressed sometimes. My parents are divorced. But life is not a tragedy, and I'm not in remorse.
Dear Mother, I know i'm not perfect I know i'm a pain Its cause i'm a teenager Its in my DNA. But for all the things that go against my favor i like to think i manage (ish) to control my behaviour.
Legs that go all the way up to Heaven exists here, on earth, in her Beautiful mind resists the urge to Talk, just talk to her, that's all I Believe in angels walking blindly Seen, deaf and dumb, her...
I stand in a corner Waiting there all alone. Everyone else is having fun, Here I am, on my own. Loud, current music blares, I don't know any songs.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Through you I want to fall, Help me get out of this place, So I don't have to look at my face.
As i lie smelling of sweaty dress shoes and cheap hair spray, i can only try to remember a night that seems so distant. A night that could possibly be only part of my imagination.
Please try to understand this isnt easy for me either. You think its my fault I dont have any freedom. That my life is falling apart. That my sister fucked up. I've been feeling completly unimportant.
You're leaving me All of us Taking off Making a fuss About this hell We're all trapped in I know it sucks Don't know where to begin...
why do I have to like the guy my friend likes. why do I get to have more of a chance with him than her. why can't I tell her I like him. instead of lying and saying I wouldn't do that to her.