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Friday, 08 May 2009

  • To Be Heard When Dead.

    Let thou die and be known for its crippling soul.
    Come hither into death to be heard.
    Death, what a ridiculous word,
    but yet let the soul be heard.

    Dark Angels come hither.
    Let the soul be heard.
    Demons from Hell will haunt us,
    let the soul be heard.
    Dreams all crashed afar.
    Let the soul be heard.

    Let thou soul die and be known
    for its screaming soul.
    Come hither into death just
    to be heard
    and let the soul be revived
    even after it has died.

     

     

     

     

    I've always wondered why it seems like things are only appreciated when the master is already gone. Like artists, such as Van Gogh, he wasn't appreciated until after he died.

     

     

     

     

Monday, 27 April 2009

  • She Flaunts Herself and Gets All of the Boys.

    My main motto for boys right now is you can date them, but never let them get too much into you because they'll break your hearts as much as you break theirs. Not very many of my friends date because of our young age, and they know better to not get their heart broken unless they were really into this guy and are ready for it, but I have this one friend. She dates boys like people drinking water and kisses them even if she's known them for just a couple of hours. We'll invite her to go to movies one day with a group of friends and by the end of the movie she has made a new friend, obviously a very good looking boy. The thing is; not to be vain or a bad friend, but I never saw what boys saw in her. She's a pretty thing, but I don't see why boys saw more attractiveness in her than any of my other friends that are just as pretty.

    She dates different guys pretty much every week, and she'll cry about it to us and we'll (of course) lend a shoulder for her to cry on, but doesn't she have this coming? I always told her that she doesn't need guys to complete who she is because we are strong women and there are many fishies in the world (although she's probably dated half of the fishies in the sea).

    She even admitts she's a hoe (excuse my language), but isn't that something you shouldn't be proud of? Yet she struts the streets with a low cut shirt and these short shorts that show off legs that shouldn't be shown off and she laughs at jokes from boys that are not even near funny, and smiles and does this little trick of hers to make that sad little boy fall in love with her.

    I love my friend to death, but when will she notice that boys aren't everything in her world. What does she do to catch their attention? And was I wrong to tell her that boys don't complete you?

Wednesday, 22 April 2009

  • I Miss Him. Can You Tell?

    April 22nd. 2009
    I had a choir festival today, and we (obviously) sang for other schools (we stunk!). Not to be a bad sport or anything, but we have some people that cannot sing at all in our choir. It was cool, and a good experience, although we had to sing to the school that we're conjoining with in highschool. They're not the best people in the world, as a matter of fact, they're just mean people. Crude. Arrogant. Whichever. We wore our long, satin silk, black dresses that went down to the floor and we looked like we were singing in a funeral, a little depressing.
    After that, we went to CiCi's. I saw him. I was sitting in a table where we were eating, and I looked over and saw him. I couldn't ever look at him in the eye, it was just weird after what happened. But I wanted to look at him and you know, feel my heart beat really hard and smile at him. But I feel so bad for what happened, but I want to still be his friend. Maybe we could start over or something and take everything slow. It's sad because I didn't know I had the best of best until he left. I can't decide if I want to go up to him tomorow and tell him that I miss him like crazy, and I just want to start over. What if everything doesn't work and I'm humiliated? He deserves more than me, I know that much, but sometimes I wish if I didn't break up with him would everything be different? I just wish I could look into the future or stop time and see what happens. I'm so sorry for being the worse girlfriend ever, for letting my friend do the dirty work, but I want you. I want to see you again. I just want to start all over again.

Sunday, 19 April 2009

  • I Guess I Understand What's Going On

    I can't even count how many times I've been thrown into the dump. Not literally, but this friend of mine, can she get enough of all this hormonic desire? She leaves a friendship to get loved and wanted by a boy. And might I say, he's one of my friend's X's. Isn't there this unwritten rule that friends are not supposed to date friend's ex's unless they are okay with it? Well, I don't know about that, I kind of understand both of their sides. I think my friend still likes her Ex and my other friend is just a plain (excuse my language) slut. She even admitted it herself. I just don't understand why she thinks having a boy want her will complete her life. Well whatever, it is her life, while I'm stuck in between both of their sides.

    I hate Drama.

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