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[angelbritt]

i've been writing so much lately. in my real journal. in here. peoms. articles. short stories.

and i love it. it's so thereputic. it makes me think, and figure things out. last night, i thought i didn't know anything. and all of my thinking just amounted to more confusion. but i was wrong. i have a lot more things orginized in my mind now.

-i know what i want
-i know what i don't want
-i know what to tell my parents (mostly)
-i know how i feel about certin situations/people
-i know i'm scared, and i've come to terms with that
-i know what good friends truely are
-i know what types of people i don't want to be friends with
-i know how good long conversations with your best friend are
-i know it's ok to cry
-i know it's ok even in school
-i know it's ok not to cry
-i know things can be good

maybe some of this i knew before, but most of it i didn't. and the things that i did know before- i know them even more now...


hiding from her problems
in a high school bathroom stall
wondering if she’ll ever be ok
the writing on the stall door
is meaningless and trivial
‘he’s hot’ ‘she’s a bitch’ ‘fuck you’
what is she doing here?
she’s trying to find comfort
in tight jeans, pink tank top, cool jacket
the surface is as quite as sleep
and she is hiding there
hiding from the screams within
wearing his sunglasses
to conceal her eyes in reflections
[she's scared to even let him in]