Warewolves.

Love this kid. :D

Dear Juliet.

Watched letters to Juliet.
Cried.
Wished.
Cried some more.
Wanted to write a letter.
Wished for peaceful sleep.
Dried my eyes.
Closed them in favor of my stupid fantasy's.
Good night.

Gibberish

You see i tried to write a blog post right now, about my feelings, but i just couldn't explain it.......

That is my life at the moment.
Deal with it.
Because i do the best that i can.

I am a jealous human being.

The distance effect.

Today i took a different approch.
I kept my distance.
From what, you will never know,
unless you do know.
.....
anyway.
I did not go over there.
I did not seek.
I watched (Now i sound like a stalker, reminds me of a song :P) from a distance.
It was hard.
I was fighting with myself.

I stepped back and let everything else
come between.
I tried not to look.
The distance was odd.
in a good way.

and the effect of this
distance
you may ask.
I don't know.
was it good?
Or bad?
I don't know.

It made me a little sad sometimes,
and then the distance was breached,
I was happy.

And that's how i will end,
happy and wondering

I got to the point where i typed the last word, printed the assignment and thought.
'I'm going to hand this in tomorrow and even though i know that is nothing like what the teacher  wants i don't give a damm. i don't care. I have got to that point. Yes i was lazy and didn't do it before hand, but i had absolutely no motivation to do it. and i'm going to hand it in, because i don't want to speak of this assignment ever again.'

I'm sorry, teacher, parents, and furture me. but this assignment has been my undoing.

Goodnight.

Birds, not butterflies

One second i was fine
another and the world was mine,
one more for the unspoken words,
here come the nervous birds.

There alot of moments in my life these days, where one second i feel completely fine, happy, good.
Then someone will say something, guess something, or i will freak out about something, stress about something,
and the next second i feel like i want to throw up, or laugh out my guts (Not is a good way).
Like Nervous birds are flying around my stomach, no not butterflies, because butterflies in your stomach, what a stupid idea. :P

I think it is just the stress of life and grade 12.

This one moment.

Today i wished that i could fly,
really high into the sky,
Where no one could ever find me,
unless i wanted them too.
There i would be alone with my thoughts,
creating a world with my mind,
dreaming one day that you too would fly.

Today, i was running though the forest trees,
my wings folded gently behind my back.
They open in a flurry and my feet kick off the ground.
I look behind me but you are long gone.

Today, down i go, my wings are broken
 i fall to the ground.
You are watching,
did i see you frown?
I try to stand again and jump into the sky,
screaming 'why can't i fly'

Then you come out from behind me
 and whisper in my ear,
I hear the beat of your wings drawing near.
"We will try to fly,
and if you fall,
I will catch you."

Thoughts of a Beautiful mind.

When i was little i used to bite people.
I love tea and coffee.
I make up at least four stories a day.
I love attention.
I get jealous.
I am writing a novel.
I have started book two.
I love anime.
I am lazy.
I wish people could watch my dreams.
I sometimes wish i had superpowers.
You see i am extremely old fashioned, i want to be fought for and to be chased, not the other way around.
I am intrigued by vampires.
I am a scaredy cat.
I love fake crushes.
My heart has been broken more times than i can count,
but i love the feeling.
I love the thrill of a crush.
I love to play xbox.

I am nothing without, my God, my passion, and my imagination.

Leave me alone,

with paper and a pen,

I will write,

a story,

something from my heart.

I don't care about money,

I know i should.

But it is all i want to do,

my passion,

is my weakness.

My passion,

is my weakness.

My life is a jumble of destruction

I try, but it is still never enough.
I cry, not when i want to.
I am scared, of everything.

Right now i am sitting in my room on the brink of tears. She thinks i can't hear her, but i can. Nothing i do is good enough her. I can only do so much. I'm sorry, that i am not up to your standards.
I just wanted a break, i want to do something where i don't have to deal with pressure. I don't deal with pressure very well.

I want to scream, i want to cry, but i won't because i will get know sympathy from her.

I think i am the only girl, my age, who is scared to sleep in her own room. As a child i was never scared of monsters, but of people, and i still am. People scare me. I am paranoid. I can't take it. I should talk to someone, but who.
The scary people will get me.
I am an idiot.

I am sorry.