Friday, August 21, 2009

Virtual.

Life online is much better. I can make myself sound as interesting, funny and nice as i want.
Although i still don't quite know how to explain myself in a paragraph, i think i'm learning and becoming good at it.
Check up on it:
http://napoleonthegreat.tumblr.com/
http://classical21stcenturyyouth.blogspot.com/
http://www.myspace.com/cinderella_1841993
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=533337794&ref=profile

Enjoy.
My life summed up on four websites.
Kinda sad.
x

Content.

"I am not happy, but i'm not unhappy about it." - Posner
I'm over it.
Work it out whenever, however.
I don't give a shit any more.
x

Friday, August 14, 2009

Life of a Teenage Girl

I go to an all girls school, as you can imagine there is a lot of fighting.

I have always managed to stay away from it, and not get involved.
But, call it what you want, my friends have started
Recent events have led to me questioning whether i will still be see my friends when i'm not at school; will i stay in contact when we leave and go our seperate ways?
And more importantly, will i want to?

I want to scream at them all so they can hear me say:
If this is how its going to be until we finish, why are we trying?
If You aren't going to make an effort to be civil, then maybe i'll leave?

I don't want to hear you talk about your feelings, sort it out amongst yourselves, i'm not involved, it doesn't concern me, this is between you guys.

I hate it how you drag it out.
Fix it.
Or it will go to far, again, and cause more problems.
I will leave you alone.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Stalker


Stephanie Coco,
I can't help myself.
For you.
x

Stop it now

I wish you would grow up and stop acting like a child.

Come down from your high-horse, and look me in the eye.
I wish you knew how much it annoys me, when you talk about me in front of me.
If only i could tell you how much i really don't like you.
But i can't because you, and everyone you hang around, all think the same thing.

But i'll play along with this game we have for a while longer, and hope that oneday you'll realise i don't sympathise with you, i dont care about you, and i want you gone.

P.S not about anyone you know.
x