The days are getting longer,
And the nights are becoming darker;
All I can feel
Is the transition between reality and abnormality.

I don't like it.

All I want is the respect I deserve
From the people that mean most to me.
That's all;
That's it.

I can't do this anymore.

Fuck this.
Everything is a mess right now.

I honestly

am so sick of how a certain someone treats me.

I call you.
No calls back.

I try and keep you involved.
You're an asshole.



I'm so sick of everything, and it's only a month in. Everything is already getting to the way it was last year, and I can't take it.

Stop giving me useless 20-page-packets to write all over.
Stop ignoring me.
Stop coming near me.

I just want to be with the people I like and nobody else.

Pensive?

And the time was moving so slowly.
Everytime it was checked...
Minutes were crawling.
It was unbelievable.

Then he was beginning to speak,
Like he respected everyone around him,
For once.
It clicked.

The book was open.
The pages were becoming soaked.
But it didn't matter,
Because that's what he wanted.

He wanted this to happen.
This night, these people, this situation,
Perfection,
In a matter of hours.

I just got

incredibly inspired. I can't even describe what I just went through.

I'm not my normal self. It's the music. The white tint to everything. The words. The meaning.



I can't describe it if I tried.

It's like, you don't know anything about that person. And you just stumble upon their personal words- the words that they don't expect you to see and read, but write them anyway just to get away from the world for ten or fifteen minutes; to feel more complete.
And then you realize that you're more similar to them than you think. The endless traits that connect you through hidden actions or meanings.
And you feel bad; you feel sick, wanting to curl up and listen to the muffled music.
And watch yourself fly away, because nothing else will do.











It stops now.

Everything's

a joke.

This time we're not giving up

Let's make this last forever.

School in 3 days.
Bitches can SUUUUUUUCK IIIIIT.

I'm ready.