wowzer
Well, I am not sure what is up with work. I am pretty sure I am moving to the Rochester store on main street. I hope I am, because then I will have better hours. No Friday or Saturday. YAY!!!! And I turn 21 next sunday.YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!
O laura. Listen um I don't think you got what I was trying to say at all. Let's just talk about it again when we both aren't so tired, ok? I love you hun. night babe.
Things are much better with my bro and all. I just think I was feeling forgotten by everyone for a while. And it just felt like they were forgetting me too. I think they kind of were, but thankfully God answered my prayers and reminded them that I exist. The other people now I just pray that I could forget. But at least that is working out.
I think I will post the poem about how I feel. But mind you this isn't really a hatred poem. It's an honestly how I felt when I wrote it poem. True to the feelings I had both good and bad ones. Ones that have credence and others that didn't. Poetry is about staying true to yourself and venting in a less destructive way. It's letting your heart be seen and knowing you're vulnerable. It's about knowing we suck as humans but trying to find a meaning anyway.
Well here it is. Don't go giving me advice and telling me the situation isn't this bad. I felt this, I wrote it, and remember there is probably meanings in this many won't get.(no offense intended)
Warning there is a lot of swearing in this....
We look back at a past
That we want to return to
We want to forgot too,
I want to forget you!
You sit in your pew Sunday’s at church
You’re looking at me
Judging everything you see
Well guess what bitches
I’m looking right back at you.
You won’t talk to me
Give me a hug,
Tell me you miss me
Or show me some love.
Why?
Cause you’re stuck on your soap box
Thinkin you’re sly like a fox,
But I get and I got you
I’ll hit when you miss me.
Try removing that log
Before you fix my speck.
I like it there,
Leave it alone.
You hate the person I chose to live with
So you act like I never fuckin existed.
What the fuck is that?
You wrote me off,
Forgot my life.
Well fuck you
I’ll forget you too.
You’re psycho as can be
Needing more help than you think.
I can’t even blink
Without the memory of your stink.
Use that fuckin soap or yourself
Cuz your box is to small
For that fat head to fit into.
Don’t come knockin at my door,
Lightin up my phone
I don’t want you anymore
This heart is closed down
It’s shut up to you and your words.
They mean nothing to me.
These ears don’t want to hear
Your lips keep smacking
Cuz all they do is hack at my heart
When you don’t do what you say
You never change the way you live
When you say you’re sorry
It makes me regurgitate my hate
For you and the memories
Of long nights up talking
And sharing our secrets.
It makes me sick!
I want to vomit all over you
And your wordy shit.
You’re a politician with no power
And this is the hour
Where I say fuck you
And everything you say and do!
Respond if you like.
O laura. Listen um I don't think you got what I was trying to say at all. Let's just talk about it again when we both aren't so tired, ok? I love you hun. night babe.
Things are much better with my bro and all. I just think I was feeling forgotten by everyone for a while. And it just felt like they were forgetting me too. I think they kind of were, but thankfully God answered my prayers and reminded them that I exist. The other people now I just pray that I could forget. But at least that is working out.
I think I will post the poem about how I feel. But mind you this isn't really a hatred poem. It's an honestly how I felt when I wrote it poem. True to the feelings I had both good and bad ones. Ones that have credence and others that didn't. Poetry is about staying true to yourself and venting in a less destructive way. It's letting your heart be seen and knowing you're vulnerable. It's about knowing we suck as humans but trying to find a meaning anyway.
Well here it is. Don't go giving me advice and telling me the situation isn't this bad. I felt this, I wrote it, and remember there is probably meanings in this many won't get.(no offense intended)
Warning there is a lot of swearing in this....
We look back at a past
That we want to return to
We want to forgot too,
I want to forget you!
You sit in your pew Sunday’s at church
You’re looking at me
Judging everything you see
Well guess what bitches
I’m looking right back at you.
You won’t talk to me
Give me a hug,
Tell me you miss me
Or show me some love.
Why?
Cause you’re stuck on your soap box
Thinkin you’re sly like a fox,
But I get and I got you
I’ll hit when you miss me.
Try removing that log
Before you fix my speck.
I like it there,
Leave it alone.
You hate the person I chose to live with
So you act like I never fuckin existed.
What the fuck is that?
You wrote me off,
Forgot my life.
Well fuck you
I’ll forget you too.
You’re psycho as can be
Needing more help than you think.
I can’t even blink
Without the memory of your stink.
Use that fuckin soap or yourself
Cuz your box is to small
For that fat head to fit into.
Don’t come knockin at my door,
Lightin up my phone
I don’t want you anymore
This heart is closed down
It’s shut up to you and your words.
They mean nothing to me.
These ears don’t want to hear
Your lips keep smacking
Cuz all they do is hack at my heart
When you don’t do what you say
You never change the way you live
When you say you’re sorry
It makes me regurgitate my hate
For you and the memories
Of long nights up talking
And sharing our secrets.
It makes me sick!
I want to vomit all over you
And your wordy shit.
You’re a politician with no power
And this is the hour
Where I say fuck you
And everything you say and do!
Respond if you like.