Chapter One
I'm going to start writing about who I am. What makes me special, and what makes me bleek. And it's going to start today.
I can hate someone without even knowing them. There is a good start. I hate a lot of girls. And I don't know if it's for the sheer fact that they have vaginas and make my life miserable, or maybe deep down inside I'm jealous of them. But I doubt that one... anyways. Okay, so this hate for these females, it isn't really hate. Just a disliking, I can be easily suede. But there is one person I do hate. One person I have the worst feelings towards, that if I only had the opportunity to burn in the forever flames of hell I would. Personally, I'll just have to wait until they die because I know they are going there. Such sickening to look at. Go ahead and walk like the world loves you, because they don't. So sad that all your friends run to me to talk shit on you. But to my disgust they still hang around... You have spoken words so untrue to any ear that it's almost a knife right to the brain, if you will, of such pieces picked out of the Pandora Box. Ahh, I don't even know why I waste my time writing this on you... you sad sad helpless pathetic piece of rotting flesh. You sicken me.
The more I love, the more I ignore. My heart belongs to a cute boy, who I know is going to cherish it whether we fight 10 times a day or not. He loves me, loves me for who I am, not what I give to him, not my looks, my speech, my mind. But my heart. Almost like... we are at eachothers throats if we aren't at eachothers lips... but we argue, and we make up, and we argue and argue and argue, and make up. With my hands at his neck and his hands on my wrists... we are perfect. But with my infatuation, I leave all that I once knew behind. My friends, my family, my school work, my opinions, any reason I had to do anything... it's all gone. I used to see three people while I still saw him. My boyfriend, My bestfriend, and My nigga. Now I only see number one, not two, or three. I have let myself get wrapped in this tragic little world that only we can call our own. And I care about no one else but us. And they all know it. It's proven me fake... le sigh.
I've fell in love with apperance, and no, not with myself, but... I'll finish this when I come back. And the apperance is... who I surround myself with, and if they make me look, acceptable.
I can hate someone without even knowing them. There is a good start. I hate a lot of girls. And I don't know if it's for the sheer fact that they have vaginas and make my life miserable, or maybe deep down inside I'm jealous of them. But I doubt that one... anyways. Okay, so this hate for these females, it isn't really hate. Just a disliking, I can be easily suede. But there is one person I do hate. One person I have the worst feelings towards, that if I only had the opportunity to burn in the forever flames of hell I would. Personally, I'll just have to wait until they die because I know they are going there. Such sickening to look at. Go ahead and walk like the world loves you, because they don't. So sad that all your friends run to me to talk shit on you. But to my disgust they still hang around... You have spoken words so untrue to any ear that it's almost a knife right to the brain, if you will, of such pieces picked out of the Pandora Box. Ahh, I don't even know why I waste my time writing this on you... you sad sad helpless pathetic piece of rotting flesh. You sicken me.
The more I love, the more I ignore. My heart belongs to a cute boy, who I know is going to cherish it whether we fight 10 times a day or not. He loves me, loves me for who I am, not what I give to him, not my looks, my speech, my mind. But my heart. Almost like... we are at eachothers throats if we aren't at eachothers lips... but we argue, and we make up, and we argue and argue and argue, and make up. With my hands at his neck and his hands on my wrists... we are perfect. But with my infatuation, I leave all that I once knew behind. My friends, my family, my school work, my opinions, any reason I had to do anything... it's all gone. I used to see three people while I still saw him. My boyfriend, My bestfriend, and My nigga. Now I only see number one, not two, or three. I have let myself get wrapped in this tragic little world that only we can call our own. And I care about no one else but us. And they all know it. It's proven me fake... le sigh.
I've fell in love with apperance, and no, not with myself, but... I'll finish this when I come back. And the apperance is... who I surround myself with, and if they make me look, acceptable.