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Lessee what to post about...
Good things about yesterday -
*AIM chat with Danny and everyone
*Read another book, all the way through.
*Talking to Jason some
Not so good things about yesterday...
*Very little actual conversation with Jason 'cause... I dunno. we have no lives/him working on IRC stuff.
*Boredom when the chat ended
*The screen thing that props my window open/keeps some of the bugs out of my room, falling out of the window when I went to take it out.
I had to go outside and walk between the edge of the house and the pond and the plants to get it. ._.
Was in a general shitty mood when I went to bed. Wrote/drew random stuff in a notebook.. including a crappy poem-type-thing. Amusing how I pretty much only ever write non-journal/thought-type stuff when I'm in a shitty mood. Also took some random low-light pictures. I look either upset or annoyed. Don't have any of them resized or on the computer at all, right now. Whatever. Went to sleep. Didn't want to when I went to bed (mood, again). But... I was tired.
Right. Stuff behind the cut, check it out, comment.. or don't. Don't care. Weee. >_> I'm off now. Read the schoolwork stuff/find lunch now.
Locked in Yourself
Hide behind a mask
so they don't see
no questions asked
no worries, no sympathy given
cry inside because...
You don't know why
don't want to explain
or see tht they care
lock yourself up,
make believe they desert you
So you don't have to see
that you deserted them.
Lies and acting -
you've gotten too damn good at it.
Tell yourself they've changed,
but you don't even know who you are
Make a shell, so you don't get hurt
When the only hurting - you caused yourself.
Fuck yourself up,
before they can do it to you.
You've ruined yourself
So you hate them instead
Its all their fault.
Because,
you were just protecting yourself.
Locked up in a cage of your own making and you have no clue.
You have the key but want them to get you out.
They don't even realise what you've done
You made the mask too hard, the cage impossible.
You can't be seen.
Pictures are... Poem as originally written; Stuff I wrote last night while feeling crappy and a drawing to go with it.
Good things about yesterday -
*AIM chat with Danny and everyone
*Read another book, all the way through.
*Talking to Jason some
Not so good things about yesterday...
*Very little actual conversation with Jason 'cause... I dunno. we have no lives/him working on IRC stuff.
*Boredom when the chat ended
*The screen thing that props my window open/keeps some of the bugs out of my room, falling out of the window when I went to take it out.
I had to go outside and walk between the edge of the house and the pond and the plants to get it. ._.
Was in a general shitty mood when I went to bed. Wrote/drew random stuff in a notebook.. including a crappy poem-type-thing. Amusing how I pretty much only ever write non-journal/thought-type stuff when I'm in a shitty mood. Also took some random low-light pictures. I look either upset or annoyed. Don't have any of them resized or on the computer at all, right now. Whatever. Went to sleep. Didn't want to when I went to bed (mood, again). But... I was tired.
Right. Stuff behind the cut, check it out, comment.. or don't. Don't care. Weee. >_> I'm off now. Read the schoolwork stuff/find lunch now.
Locked in Yourself
Hide behind a mask
so they don't see
no questions asked
no worries, no sympathy given
cry inside because...
You don't know why
don't want to explain
or see tht they care
lock yourself up,
make believe they desert you
So you don't have to see
that you deserted them.
Lies and acting -
you've gotten too damn good at it.
Tell yourself they've changed,
but you don't even know who you are
Make a shell, so you don't get hurt
When the only hurting - you caused yourself.
Fuck yourself up,
before they can do it to you.
You've ruined yourself
So you hate them instead
Its all their fault.
Because,
you were just protecting yourself.
Locked up in a cage of your own making and you have no clue.
You have the key but want them to get you out.
They don't even realise what you've done
You made the mask too hard, the cage impossible.
You can't be seen.
Pictures are... Poem as originally written; Stuff I wrote last night while feeling crappy and a drawing to go with it.