Teen[BITCH]agers.

It's crazy.
We're all bitching. Even the bubbly, perfect girl i've known since grade 1.
We're ALL TEENAGERS. it finally clicked.
Step outside of your problems for a second and read three people's blogs. Just one post. I assure you- you will find out the same thing i have.
We're all the victim's, huh?
Interresant. C'est drole, n'est-ce pas?
We're all bitching about love, bitching about stress, bitching about family
i have come to a conclusion, ladies & gents, my Barbies & Kens:
life's a bitch.

But i'm okay with that because i'm a cold hard bitch, too. I love bitches, and bitches love me.

and then i remember- we're just kids.
with strong convictions that will fade in months
with "eternal love" that will last a nighttime.
And i feel better; we're just kids.

Happy Single Awareness Day

Me: "i want a nerdy boyfriend."
Mom: "DIRTY boyfriend??"
Me: "I want a NERDY boyfriend."
Mom: "Oh, good. Those are the best kinds because they grow up to be rich."

Easy rules to living

Don't pretend that you're fragile
when in the next period, you talk as if you're yelling
Don't be sad
if as soon as she's walked away, you start singing
Don't be two you's.
Don't be human.

"I’m much too proud"

my eyes have been burning for days now. i think i'm SUPPOSED to cry. I really don't want to though. I'm not that weak anymore. You're nothing, and you're nothing, and they're nothing, and it's nothing i can't fix. but this burning sensation is consuming my body
sinking into my stomach
there's a dormant grenade
it's fuse is deciding, should i...? should i explode and ruin her entirely- from the inside out?
but then it looks up at her heart and sees the scars
Nevermind, looks like they already took care of that
The consumption has consumed me.
the loving has hated me.
the ambition is burning me.

At last

I Am Satisfied.
I'm not needed; it's perfectly clear.
You've given me a conclusion.
I feel no remorse, i feel no jealousy, i feel nothing towards you.
Switzerland.
So neutral is doesn't exist.


P.S. I'll never regret loving you. Even after it all.

"you may feel like a poet, but you sound like an idiot"