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.

Day 30

Dear reflection in the mirror,

*Crumples up paper and throws stone at mirror for dramatic effect*

From,
Me.

Day 29

Dear someone I want to tell everything to, but am too scared,

Well, this is it I guess. You've already sat me down to talk before and it was really strange. It was just sweat and tears and just awkward. Someone interrupted and ended the conversation, so I guess we'll save it for another day.

From,
Me.

Day 28

Dear someone that has changed my life,

For better or for worse, you've been there and even though it hasn't been quite a long time, it has helped so much. I hope things get better for you, you deserve something better than all of this. I'm still learning more about you everyday, and I'm glad.

From,
Me.

This is what you wanted, right?

Walking in, nothing seemed to make sense;
The rooms were awkward,
And the conversation:
Bold.

The stereo blasted,
And the children laughed.
The times came,
and they went.

But since, he feels fulfillment,
Out of joy and forgetfulness.
He will only see one,
For the rest of his short life.

Day 27

Dear friendliest person I met for one day,

You're incredible. You're so positive and I can't believe you leave for college soon.

From,
Me.

Day 26

Dear last person I made a pinky promise to,

X.

From,
Me.

Last night

I was freaking out. It was one of the worst nights I had all summer probably. Thing after thing.

Life goes on, and things get better though:)

I wish

my life was like a tv show; you could just go through some bullshit, and at the end of the day everything is ok.

But everything isn't ok. It's a day-to-day struggle and I'm getting sick of it. Everything is just so irritating and I can't take it.

And the fact that I only talk to the same people everyday makes it worse.

I'm just caving.

Bring the thunder.

You're so fucking pathetic, I swear. You are all high and mighty, and then your girlfriend dumps you and, HOLY SHIT, look at you! Now you're scraping back for her, and you have no friends, and look like an asshole to everyone. Congratulations; you're a tool.

Day 25

Dear someone I know is going through the worst of times,

I know how you feel. Your closest friend is leaving you to move on with his life and you're left in the dust. Buck up, you'll see him and me soon enough.

From,
Me.

Highllllo

Sit.
Start.
Accelerate.
Gaze.

But the lights coming towards you,
Are blarring.
The proof?
The stars.

And they hurt.
Oh, they hurt your eyes
To the point of pink.
The stars.

The music is luping.
While you check the clock,
It reads 10:38.
The stars.

Stop.
Off.
Walk.
Safe.

Day 24

Dear someone who gave me the best memory,

Most memories go to you buddy. Keep on truckin' <3

From,
Me.

Day 23

Dear last person I kissed,

Well, what is there left to say? I moved on and you still haven't. It's been months and it's sad how much I try and smooth things over...every...day...but it won't change. See yaa.

From,
Me.