class
sittn in history again.schmidders just walkd in 2 get paper clips askd her if i cood get my poem book out of my me box she sed no...meh it happens
i actually did a project for school!since wen do i care?i dont but it was exceedingly simple.
found out a friend of mine(nance)was dating my ex...kind of caught me off gaurd...didnt expect it....at alll
any way i still dont have MY GOD-DAMN BELT!!!!
i only had that one and an old one i took from my grampa...my bro took the one from gramps so he gave me his old belt wich is egually as beat up but id prefer that one to my gramps belt
i wanted to type up a poem i had written about suttn dat was botherin me now lyk an actual current problem but non book no poem
mothers day passed wrote my mommy a poem and got her a purple tulip
did the same for mam...mam cried she cries easily tho
wrote one for my grdma maggie and also for my faux mommy
she sed it was cute
i put icey hot on my forehead...it feels weird
my sholder still bothers me no drs apt and im gettn six hundred dollars for participating in mri studies...pretty hot
for renee
Childish Obsession
I don’t think you know
This hold that you have
It’s hard to explain
But I’ll take a stab...
You are the reason
I come to this place
At six in morning
To run in this race
This race for me
Only does nothing
A race for others
That always means something
You’re the reason I’m here
You make it worthwhile
You’re the greatest thing
In this damn pile
Your face and your laughter
They lift me so high
Much higher than others
This isn’t a lie
I believe it is love
Though you don’t think so
But how do I prove it
When you just say no?
Don’t think that I
Blame you for this
The fault is all mine
It’s only my own business
So just disregard
All my confessions
And chalk it all up
To childish obsessions
toodles.
i actually did a project for school!since wen do i care?i dont but it was exceedingly simple.
found out a friend of mine(nance)was dating my ex...kind of caught me off gaurd...didnt expect it....at alll
any way i still dont have MY GOD-DAMN BELT!!!!
i only had that one and an old one i took from my grampa...my bro took the one from gramps so he gave me his old belt wich is egually as beat up but id prefer that one to my gramps belt
i wanted to type up a poem i had written about suttn dat was botherin me now lyk an actual current problem but non book no poem
mothers day passed wrote my mommy a poem and got her a purple tulip
did the same for mam...mam cried she cries easily tho
wrote one for my grdma maggie and also for my faux mommy
she sed it was cute
i put icey hot on my forehead...it feels weird
my sholder still bothers me no drs apt and im gettn six hundred dollars for participating in mri studies...pretty hot
for renee
Childish Obsession
I don’t think you know
This hold that you have
It’s hard to explain
But I’ll take a stab...
You are the reason
I come to this place
At six in morning
To run in this race
This race for me
Only does nothing
A race for others
That always means something
You’re the reason I’m here
You make it worthwhile
You’re the greatest thing
In this damn pile
Your face and your laughter
They lift me so high
Much higher than others
This isn’t a lie
I believe it is love
Though you don’t think so
But how do I prove it
When you just say no?
Don’t think that I
Blame you for this
The fault is all mine
It’s only my own business
So just disregard
All my confessions
And chalk it all up
To childish obsessions
toodles.