lalalalala... once again
CHYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA:
bored ... busineess .... again
:D .
hi.
you suck :)
lalalala .. again
BUSINESS CLASSS AGAAINNNN ;
bored here again. ironic much?
okay so next week and this week is HELL WEEEEEEK
i have..
Religion Quiz
Religion Test
Science Test and Math Test same day
And a book report due reading a french boook. -.-
OH MANN THIS SUCKSSSSSS .
heyy atleast MARCH BREAK IS COMINGSOOOON
and Yorkmills today bitchessss ;)
Oh yeah i saw him yestuurdayyyy ♥
so fucken happy . LOL
but yeah no it was alright. but yeah too hard to explainnnn
& LIFE HATES ME. FAILURE AT LIFE
FUCK MEHH LIFE.

EWWWWWWWWW.
>SCHOOOOL @ business classs.moffuckingg bored.:) so. guess whose coming back todayy ; )*giggle
posting a random poem i made a few weeks ago.
I got these thoughts inside my head, can't get rid of , even when i go to bed.
they're slowly tearing me showing me what to not feel, as I break away from this sort of ill.
Maybe its the bitches, maybe its the hoes. Maybe its neither, just my mind exposed.
The dreams, so cruel but so free. So uncontrollable then it kills me.
I scream, trying to pull farther away, but like magnets it pushes me back where i lay.
lay where every unwanted was wanted, and where every hated was loved.
As days pass, i try to get through, where i look at each face targeting me, but im bulletproof.
Each shot I take, each take I break.
Like Pieces of drugs i break, sniff to take the pain away.
The hearts, also broken. The Boys are too foreign.
They Fuck, they fake, what else do they take?
Our dignity, something us girls wish to get back someday.
Pay, because we get through shit that was worst than every mayday.
Dismay, something you should learn today.
Because every day's the same, my soul's in flame.
Burnt when touched, Dies when watered.
But we're just like plants, we need shit or we falter.
We weaken and we Dry and that happens when we cry.
No tears because every drop shows ever fear.
and thats Why the mask i wear, it's for protection Go kiss it with care.
I say, goodbyes because hellos never matter.
Just fake smiles that shows how you cater.
Boy, you blame her .
HER who gave you the meaning of something so demeaning.
HER who craves for your touch and your feelings.
Feelings that brings out the sparks to go fleeing.
So don't waste, cause it brings no taste, yes the taste you kept since that day.
You say you keep it, but then i say. No boy its ruined, What you gon' say ?
Apologize baby, that'll work on someone someday. but ey, not me , never me i must fucking say.
I got tired, thinking gives away more pain.
So go away, give your jizz to someone else starting today.