ehhhh
too much goddamn drama! can't everyone just shut the fuck up and let things go?? i'm so sick of everyone having to be in fights, myself included. now everyone wonders why i'm so depressive and bitchy. it's because those around me can't let things go! well know what? i give up! I GIVE UP! i don't care anymore. do what the fuck you want, i don't care. don't put me in the middle of your decisions, your thoughts, anything! i don't wanna be involved in anyones life. i'm not here because i want to be, just remember that. i'm holding onto false hope. if you don't know what my false hope is, think. you'll probably get it.
i finished angels and demons. it was an excellent book, it really was. can't wait to read the da vinci code next.
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No one gives a crap,
all they do is tell you to shut your trap.
All the while they push you down,
but someone says you're my queen, keep your crown.
There's always one person in your life,
that gives you happyness, and no bitter strife.
When you let go,
your feelings start to flow.
When everyone gives up on you,
that person will always remember your favorite tree is the yew.
They remember the little stuff,
and it makes you happy their head isn't filled with fluff.
All those who surround you give you shit,
your first instinct is to throw a hit.
Those who 'love' you, it's just a mockery,
they've already proved their trickery.
There's nothing I hate more,
than what you've given me, an emotional sore.
I can write poems too,
and make them rhyme just like you.
like it? i did...
g'day!
~Sarah
i finished angels and demons. it was an excellent book, it really was. can't wait to read the da vinci code next.
Default
No one gives a crap,
all they do is tell you to shut your trap.
All the while they push you down,
but someone says you're my queen, keep your crown.
There's always one person in your life,
that gives you happyness, and no bitter strife.
When you let go,
your feelings start to flow.
When everyone gives up on you,
that person will always remember your favorite tree is the yew.
They remember the little stuff,
and it makes you happy their head isn't filled with fluff.
All those who surround you give you shit,
your first instinct is to throw a hit.
Those who 'love' you, it's just a mockery,
they've already proved their trickery.
There's nothing I hate more,
than what you've given me, an emotional sore.
I can write poems too,
and make them rhyme just like you.
like it? i did...
g'day!
~Sarah