What a pompus dork.he is driving me crazy. I love ya Dad, but shut up sometimes. Leave me alone.now
I could bitch about how no one understands me, but I hate pety shit. I guess it's because no one understands ANYONE else. We might get one side of someone, but none of the
others. but that's life, I guess. Right now, my Dad doesn't get anyside of me.
First, it was my mom.Everything was MY fault
MY screw up, MY attitude.... so I left. 2 my Dad's. To that enclosed rebel child hidden in the dark.
My dad is dad. Nothing more.
don't expect anything more either.
But I love him. just not right now.
No
Not right now. There is a deviant side of me, a scared angry girl lives inside of me
But blundered images of a cruel world decieve me and i am hidden.
Hidden
Under a preppy, happy go luck, save the world,cheerleader.
I have grown to love this unreal image of life, cast apon a shadow. I have even transformed to take place of this unreality.
Yet no matter how much this image controls me, how much this image is me... There is still the little dark girl laying inside the stone floor of my heart, listening to the rain.
Rain.
rain is a lovely thing. A thing that can be thougth of as happy or sad. But overall, i think rain is thought.
Rain is
The wishes of the dead whispering in our ear as we go about our lives.
rain is the only thing that is wonderfull, yet horrid at the exact same time.
It
Just
Depends
On who
Is looking at it.
All of these thoughts wind into the black thread of convulsing heartbeats... suffocating, yet freeing
Freeing
Why do I write this for no one to read?
Maybe I am reading it... Maybe it is the passage of life of wich I must write down
Whatever it is that brings me to do this...
it is good...
It is free/