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Immaturity
I’m not crazy, I know it
It’s not odd to pour rainbows in my cup
To drink it, spaz about jargon and run away
It’s just how I am, how I roll
I still want to own a unicorn
I’ll tattoo its’ back: I am but a unicorn going to candy mountain
Shiny things brings joy; I patch stars on my wall
You’d think I’m 10 again, but now on crack
If I glam up in ridiculous clothing
I’ll laugh and twirl around
I can’t sing, but I’ll go around chanting a bit of Lady Gaga
Obnoxious, that I am, but not as much as Sam I Am
I’m childish you say? I think not
If I want judging, I’ll go to court
I’m just original, so piss off
- Konouta 2010
One of the poems I had to write for English class, part of a poetry collection where we were supposed to express ourselves. I just made myself even more crazy, but its ok. :]
FInals are coming soon... im so tired. nothing is NORMAL anymore. i dont understand anything. i dont want to understand anything. in 30 days, i wont be a highschooler anymore, just some CEGEPienne. Drat. im gonna miss being a kid... well technically mentally ill never grow up but physicalyu, meh. i look like a 12 year old anyways. sucks.
Prom is cming up Q_Q i dont wanna~ too much stress. dont wanna glam up. to much trouble n money in the garbage. arg. oh well.