I'M LETTING GO;
My computer has been broken, hence the lack of replying to the OUTRAGEOUS number of new messages in my inbox and lack of updates in my world.
Updates much?
CONFERENCE. PROM. WRECK. LOVE.
CONFERENCE.
8:30AM Thursday April 16th, 2009
We pulled out of AHS, behind the school of the band room.
On our way to the state capital for the Journalism Conference.
We stayed at the Peabody hotel. WE SAW THE DUCKS WALK!!!!
7:00am-1:00pm Friday April 17th, 2009
End of the conference. Closing awards.
(I won five; which is really good)
The PawPrint won Over All Excellence. The Highest you can get.
We're proud.
SATURDAY APRIL 18TH, 2009. ALL DAY.
PROM. MIGHTY PROM. LALALA.
Epic fun right? Would be if I REMEMBERED it.
WRECK:
We had a wreck after prom. I'm not going into details.
My friend has asked me not to, so I'm not.
I can tell you however, that I hit my head twice. I came out of the wreck with a mild concussion. Don't worry about me. I Just have a permanent headache, and I'm sleeping really too much. Around 11 hours last night.
My doctor said I might have some trauma, and for my mum to keep a close eye on me. Ha. That's funny. The four people who would keep an eye on me; one at the moment is about to pass out from an overdose of allergy meds, one is 977 miles away and has her own problems. One lives across the world from me, and the other had a hangover last time I talked to him. He doesn't even know the full story yet.
LOVE AND HURT; GO HAND AND HAND.
*SIGH*
Honestly that's all I can say about that.
I feel SO broken.
I don't know what to do.
Does he love me? Does he not?
Someone needs to hand me a flower so I can pick the petals off.
GOODBYE; I'M LETTING GO.
Peace kids. :]
I love you.
NEWS.
For those of you who even read this, I'm not dead. I haven't killed myself. Yet.
I was going to post this huge thing. Ha. I can't now. Bye.
I'm saying screw this. Screw this life.
Screw this post.
I wish I didn't care.
I wish I had died when I had the chance.
I. HATE. MYSELF.
An Emotionless Angel
An Emotionless Angel
who yearns to feel
tears of emptiness
herself she must conceal
The scars on her arm.
show an eerie past
her self-harm
she couldn't resist
An Emotionless Angel
she longs to belong
an outcast of many
she was alone all along.
Alone she cries
a helpless cry
as her skin bleeds
more pressure to apply
An Emotionless Angel
she sits alone
and her scars
go unnoticed and unknown...
Just posting as make up for my short one before. (:
So I open my email this morning, with Ali sitting beside me. I open one of those forwards with the Zodiac signs. I scroll down to mine for fun and its says: MOST AMAZING KISSER.
A moment of silence follows. Then...
"Well my showerhead sure thought so. XD"
Oh how I love the Ali.
I made out with her showerhead a few days ago.
No big deal. Nothing to tell Jake about.
Although he keeps asking for meh number. <.<
[Have I made you laugh yet? I hope so.]
Sorry my post was short. :/
I love you guys. (:
Ali on the phone;
"Our fake relationship is SO not real."
