I gave in. I got a different blog. The previous site I belonged to left me biting my tongue too much and I don't really think that's what writing is about. I feel there are a lot of things I would like to say about people with out getting their feelings hurt. So here it goes;
Queen: You are being SO ridiculous. Grow the fuck up. Stop hurting everyone and being so immature (especially over the internet, ass hole)
Slut: You are no better. You are adding fuel to Queen's fire. You two are so selfishly stupid
Sticks: I would really prefer if we didn't talk anymore. You were a one night stand and I honestly do not care about your new girlfriend. I am not jealous, you are just a failure. I don't regret sleeping with you, I wish I had made better judgment instead.
Dog: You blog about how you are growing apart from your friends? Well I have a solution for you: stop pushing them away. I am not your best friend anymore. I do not know who you are anymore. Stop bragging about your "great" taste in music to everyone. We don't care and I don't know if you will ever get a boyfriend. I don't feel comfortable around you either. You and Cat always judge me. As for her: tell her to actually do something with her life.
Boy: You are really cuuute. I wish you would text me, so I could get to know you better. I secretly imagine you as my boyfriend, even though I don't even know you.
Face: Oh my god, I still have feelings for you. I really hate it and I wish I could stop. You have a girlfriend and I think she is ugly. Especially since I like you still. I had a dream that we were cuddling and I was really happy. Until I woke up. Then I was upset because there is no chance in hell. Also, it makes me so upset that you are moving away to California after the school year is over. You have become one of my best friends and I don't want to give you up yet.
I called a few nursing homes because I want to volunteer at one. I can't imagine how absolutely lonely it must be to be discarded by your own family. It's not fair and I want to make good company for people. You can't throw people away.
I don't ever invite people over to my house because I am embarrassed of it. I kind of secretly wish our cat would pass peacefully so that he wouldn't barf all over and so that the hallway wouldn't smell like cat urine and feces.
It's too long of a stretch until spring break.
I need to write five good poems before late February so I can submit them to a contest. I want to win. I need a job. I need money. I need a car. I need a new bed. I need glasses.
need need need
