My Inspiration

Good news! I finally got something out of my unhappiness! I was inspired today and wrote somethings that I thought were pretty good. I always feel insecure about my writing when I reread it, but I still think some of it is clever. I'll post it when I'm not too lazy... I'm chomping at the bit to go listen to music on my iPod so... baiiii

When the Roof Caved In and the Truth Came Out I Just Didn't Know What To Do

When I talk to Liz, she gets more emotional than I do. Then, she yells at Trevor. Next, I get shit for talking to her about what's on my mind in the 1st place.
I feel like crying because I am failing to make everything better. I talk to Liz, never knowing when she'll take something more seriously than I thought and flip shit at Trevor. Now it's gotten to the point where it seems to Trevor that all I do is make he and Taylor out to be assholes to Liz. He feels like Liz's only source of information on him is his word and me spurting out biased stories. He said something about me being a bitch for talking about Taylor in a bad way. He's never called me a bitch to my knowledge. I'm trying not to be offended, but it was meant to be offensive, so... I guess Liz is just another one on my list of people I can't talk to about them.

Yet to be titled poem

I opened my legs as I opened my heart
I let you in, knowing that it could hurt
You seeped into me
It easier over time
You planted your seed in me
It cannot be taken back
Nevertheless, you pulled away from
And leave me sore and broken

I'll Probably Always Have These Ugly Scars

Okay, I'd gone 5 whole days without thinking about suicide. It's something that I'm incredibly proud of, really. Today's thoughts weren't strong enough for me to do it today, so that's good I guess. Sunday's gonna be hell. Consequently, Saturday night will be hell. I'll want to stop Sunday from coming the only way I know how. Maybe making my postcard for postsecret will make me feel better...
What really bugs me lately is the little. Trotter compared to Chelsea, in a bad way. I went through every emotion that Michaela's feeling and more. Stuff like that.

6 Word Memiors

Can't live without my Green Day

Always this ridiculous obsession with love

Not staring, merely observing and daydreaming

I only felt hurt, none noticed.

Wanted to be your Gloria, Christian

I should be doing my homework

Was blinded, wanna see the light

Screw Winona, Johnny Depp is mine

Finally felt safe, warm and secure

Your piercing eyes penetrated my heart

Lost my virginity, can't regret it

I loved, I lost, what's next?

I pray that he'll never tell

I love my best friend more

What I gave can't be returned

Only certain of my sexual orientation