Stitches are annoying. The end bits are poking me. Also they taste like blood ( Read more... )

I don't like when people are incompetent. I don't like stressing myself out. I don't like missing class. I don't like all the rules about how you go to school till you can make money and then you make money until you're about to die and then you die. I don't like all these expectations and I don't like being looked down upon. And I really, really ( Read more... )

( Angst )

*sob ( Read more... )

( Whatever. )

( Blah. )

I think I hate being sick.

But you know what, being really sick? That's okay. You KNOW you can't do anything. You KNOW you're too gross to get out of bed, and nobody wants you hacking snot or puke all over them anyways. Gross. Do the world a favour and stay out of our way. But that sort of halfway-unsure sick? Where you're not really hacking up a ( Read more... )

Psych teacher literally singles me out in class today for participating so much during lessons. And not in a good way. So:

Dear Psych Teacher,

Aren't you supposed to want students to think for themselves and share their opinions? I had been doing nothing wrong when you made your remark and am not known by anyone to cause trouble. So your reaction to ( Read more... )

This one's actually morbid. I wrote it in twenty minutes. This style of poetry is the only type of poem I can write, because I like the linebreaks. Shush. I knwo just breaking off the lines doesn't make it poetry, but...but but but...argh. Okay. So maybe it sucks.

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smile on your face, wide and

sharp and jagged teeth within

the mouth that used to

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Bottle full of smiles, like a chain around my ankle;
Other end out of sight,
Cemented deep within the ground.

I'm kidding myself.
Even without the chain, I wouldn't have the courage to fly.

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Once again totally unrepresentative of my mood~ Have a great day everyone.

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