LAME.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Oh wow. Hahahahahahaha. That's actually hilarious. Hahaha.

Hahaha.

Haha.





Ha.


Wow.

Holes...

Well, sticky hole is a tad bit shallower. At least, I've cleared up one aspect. A choice still needs to be made, however. Ah well I've got too much social studies to worry about anything else right now.

Oh, and you're kind of a bitch.
And you, you make me cringe.
And you are a little bit too, but that's okay, I still put up with you. Everyone does. You can be nice sometimes.

But none of you know that.
That's alright, my secret.

Faaaahhcck.

THE HOLE IS GETTIN' DEEPER, BABY! You know, I think I may as well be living in it. Better start making a nest then.
Why do I let these things happen? Now I feel like a shit face. Which I am. Fantastic. Some things are just better kept to myself, right? I'd better just try and forget it happened.
It's so hard though.
Well, I'd better make a choice soon, or this hole might be on its way to China very soon.

Oh Jeez.

Why do I dig myself a hole? It's bad, but I can't help it. I like the warm and fuzzy feeling it gives me. I didn't really want it to be like this but it looks like this is the way it's going. I like it. Yet I don't. WHY IS THIS SO CONFUSING? Why does being a teenager have to be so frustrating? I wish it didn't happen at this time. Uuuuugghhh. I am going to end up doing something bad. But I can't stop myself! Argh, I'm stupid. Stupid, stupid. Dumb and reckless. Spontaneous at the wrong times. This hole is just getting deeper by the minute. I ain't gonna be able to get myself out if I keep a diggin'.

What I See.

Your hands possess potential,
Your eyes swell with wonder.
Your smile is contagious,
And your heart beats like thunder.

Well then.

I simply was feeling like I was being ripped apart at the seams. I felt like half of me was just getting up and leaving. I have never been through that kind of pain before in my life. It was the most awful thing I have ever gone through. You don't seem to understand the pain you have caused me, even if you didn't want to, or tried your hardest not to. The first part of the grieving process is sadness, the second anger. I was simply angry at you for what you had done to me. I turned everything that you said into something that hurt me, something for me to be angry at, to make myself feel better even if it didn't deep down. It may be selfish in a sense, yet it helped me overcome the pain.
I don't feel this way toward you now; I've moved on from that. Someone close to me taught me how to rid myself of these feelings at all, and it helped me a great deal. I've learned everyone has a choice, and I chose to be angry because it made the pain leave my heart, if only temporarily. I understand how my words would hurt you, believe me I do. I feel no hatred toward you now. I was just angry because I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I've learned to accept the truth now, and that in itself has made the pain evaporate.