i hurt......don't ask

[cute_in_punk]

my back hurts.........it is a funny story how it happend and if your nice i will tell you....i would tell you anyways. me and my brother where playing around and the thing is he is 23 and im 20 and we were acting like we were about 12.........but anyways we were around my pool and i pushed him and he fell in so i ran for it. but the chase was not that fair im like 5'6 and he is like 6'2....so not fair.but he cought me and just jumped in with me so now we were sharing wet clothes..im use to sharing with my brother when we were 6 and 3 we shared a room and we share a birthday wich is really cool..... i would never in my life tell my brother this but i love having the same birthday as he does. just can't stand some of his new friends i can stand the ones from high school and that is about it. that was fun having my brother as a sinor and little ol me as the freshmen.......i was the girl no one could pick on, touch or even look at.......but back then i was nothing to really look at i was ugly..and i mean UGLY. you could say me and my brother were bothe late on getting our good looks......but i never cared on what people think about me. never have and probably never will. but anyways............ i was what you call a punk in high school still am i never took crap from anyone and im still that way to this day. don't care what people say. maybe that is why i NEVER had a boyfriend.. don't mind that either the longer i wait the better the relationship will be. ( i hope).. but there is something my boyfriend would have to put up with would be my writing...... you see im a writer. i write poems all the time and if you want to you can read them... i will have 1 or maybe 2 at the end of my journal entries or a though or something........ im very hard on myself about y righting so if you don't like them just say so and that will anly make me do my very best next time......that is how i am and if you do any thing artsy you know what im talking about. but is is my thing......

Miss You
I miss you like the ocean would miss the shore,
I miss you like the moon would miss the night,
I miss you like the stars would miss their shine,
I miss you like the birds would miss the sky,
I miss you like the sun would miss the day.

My words, My art, My gift,
How do i express how i feel?,
paper and ink get the words but to get the emotions you have to go deeper into what is writen,
if you can't fell what is writen then how wil you know what they want you to feel or what they feel,
writing is like music you have to feel it to like it,
i love to write to show people what am feeling or what i have felt,
that can be so hard,
if i felf broken,hurt,mad, confused or even loved i want you to feel it.
and that is what writing is to me.