It's been a long day. I'm actually not hungry for once, but I'm tired, my eyes hurt, and I smell like vomit. Today was just pointless, as most of my days are now. No one talked to me, again, really. Four girls at lunch proceeded to introduce themselves and ask me if I was a virgin or not. Damn these litle Southern Belles all to Hell. You say, "no comment" and they think you're a total whore. Damn, I'm still a virgin, okay? I'm a little perverted, and I'm very flirty, but I'm still pure and innocent.. bodily wise. My mind however, is not pure and innocent. I wrote four new poems today, which maybe someday will be open for the public's viewing. Until then, they're in my poetry folder. I'll keep them there too for a while. I hate it when people try to look over my shoulder when I'm writing a poem. It bothers the hell out of me. Some girl tried to do that today. She was like, "What are you doing? Writing a poem? Is it personal?" When is it not ever personal? Poems are the only way I can ever get my feelings out. Writing's my only outlet. It's the only way I know how to take all of my problems on something without hurting someone in the process. After being with Adam for a year and a half, I've learned never to take out your problems on someone you love. It only leads to a lot of drama and screaming. Not the good Full House drama, either. Don't have much to say. Will shut up now.
"Sleeping through the evenings seeing dreams inside my head, I got some ends who say they care and they just might. I run away with you if things don't go as planned, planning big. It's a gamble, I've already rolled the dice." -Eve 6.
"No more pencils, no more books. No more teacher's dirty looks." -Alice Cooper.
"You can't have any pudding if you don't eat your meat!" -Pink Floyd.