Blah..
Ok, so yeah. Bad night. Long story. I'm ok, for now. Who knows how long that little bit will last.
Uhmm..didn't go to school today. Chilled here alone for most of the day. Everyone here is nervous, tense, and jumpy. And I'm beginning to go insane. Just about everything is annoying me right now. And I don't feel like talking about it. I really don't feel like talking at all. Aaron's here, didn't call, came over un-invited again, I can tell mom's pissed about that. So now I get evil looks for his rudeness. That's getting old fast. Especially since I didn't go to school today, I could be here sick, a number of things could be happening, and what does he do? fucking show up anyways. And as soon as I get off of the comp, he'll get on it, then when I want back on, I get to watch his g/f go awwwwh, or that sucks, or how gay, or tell him you dont want to go, or can i call, or some rude comment..It's my fucking computer, I fucking payed for it, it's MY fucking house, MY fucking cell phone. I wonder if he considers me a friend, or some sort of crash buddy..
Lots of things are wrong not enough's right.
I'm sitting alone but out of nobody's sight.
Although I speak to you I never really answer.
My insides are a battlefield of morbid disaster.
My shadow far out-shines my blackened heart.
This darkness inside of me is some sick art.
The light from the outside sometimes sinks in.
But right where it ends, my darkness begins.
First poemish thing I've written in months. It sucks.
Nolan.
Uhmm..didn't go to school today. Chilled here alone for most of the day. Everyone here is nervous, tense, and jumpy. And I'm beginning to go insane. Just about everything is annoying me right now. And I don't feel like talking about it. I really don't feel like talking at all. Aaron's here, didn't call, came over un-invited again, I can tell mom's pissed about that. So now I get evil looks for his rudeness. That's getting old fast. Especially since I didn't go to school today, I could be here sick, a number of things could be happening, and what does he do? fucking show up anyways. And as soon as I get off of the comp, he'll get on it, then when I want back on, I get to watch his g/f go awwwwh, or that sucks, or how gay, or tell him you dont want to go, or can i call, or some rude comment..It's my fucking computer, I fucking payed for it, it's MY fucking house, MY fucking cell phone. I wonder if he considers me a friend, or some sort of crash buddy..
Lots of things are wrong not enough's right.
I'm sitting alone but out of nobody's sight.
Although I speak to you I never really answer.
My insides are a battlefield of morbid disaster.
My shadow far out-shines my blackened heart.
This darkness inside of me is some sick art.
The light from the outside sometimes sinks in.
But right where it ends, my darkness begins.
First poemish thing I've written in months. It sucks.
Nolan.