I act out under my breath? I got too much going for me right now to
fuck up. I messed up enough this year, no more. I will not be an idiot
rebeling against something I just don't care about. I'll be the one
last standing for what I think is correct. And that's no type it out
make myself look tough, I wouldn't lie about something as serious as
standing up for rights. Don't even joke around with that.
I shuffle in and out of classes looking at all the slimy skeletons
dressed from head to toe in designer fashion. I'm in no rush to be
"beautiful". But I'll contridict myself at every meal and stay
polished inside. Never to be greased with the disgusted tainted mold
called "food". Yes, I have body mind issues. It's none of your damn
business though, now is it?
I don't "pop lock and drop it" or mosh. I don't tap my foot along to
the shuffle of mixed up CRAP called Metro Station. I don't shake and
twirl my hair around to the thick blooded "so called metal" of MCR or
Alesana. In my oppion it's the worst music I've ever been graced with.
Than again my music taste changes constantly.
I take advil often, because everything and everyone gives me a
headache. I get aggravted quite easily, and if often not rested I'll
snap out at you. My life isn't tough, but I my mother proclaims
"counsling" is good for me.
I agree as the "Sweet" little child I am with my parents decisions . I
pretend to be happy, smart, and pretty each day. And they pretend to
be proud of who I am. It works out for us, that's just who we are and
how we work. We love eachother, but the love is paper cup doses.
I pay no attention to comments often. Unless they are worth me
bothering over. I am not new, so don't welcome the fuck out of me.