Monday, October 29, 2007
Remember not to look at the window. They are made of glass. What you see may be a person staring back at you. but the person may not be yourself. It could be the thing behind you. breathing death down your back and waiting for your time. It will wait there until it is time. Then it will drag you down with its claws into the depths of hell. Where everything perishes.
Anyways. Ive started writing again. but lately ive got no inspiration. and the reason our dearly blurloved wanted to chase away c5,(yes she said no to them), was because she was concerned for the upper sec not concentrating on studies and exams. aww.
ive got my phone back. it was confiscated. now i have to watch my spending. Statement: my dads a fucking, insensitive jerk. relatives still living at my place. Jean like totally has so many friends. but i dont. im just some emotional dustbin. my friends don't call to just chat with me. they only call when they are upset and want to complain or they need a listening ear. listen. I AM NOT A EMOTIONAL DUSTBIN!!!
Id like to tell them to fck off but if i do, i will only make her cry even more and the next victim to hear her out will have a harder time. haha. and im not some directory either. and just because i started to write songs and poetry instead of stories, soap most also start too.
im sooooooooooooooooooooo pissed off about that. i dont want my only talent to be shared. i dont want the spotlight to be taken. yes i crave attention for a talent im proud and confident for. it is the only one and she has to take that away from me. like wtf! its not fair.
sometimes i wish she would dissapear.
~Lets turn this up a notch~
