WHAT?

So, you tell me you like me,

we become close, we hang out. One party and we are alone for 3 hours, just sitting there cuddled up and talking.

then 2 days later you tell me that you know i like you but you dont like me like that. and its the age gap.

then you talk to me, just like you used to. then you tell me about girls that thought you were hot.

does it ever occur to you i have feelings?

SCREW THIS.

I'm not going to complain anymore. I'm not going to whinge anymore. I'm going to suck it up and smile because there are a hell of a lot of people worse off than me. I'm going to take life's hits and going to stand right back up.
I can try, can you?

The Birth Of Another Intermediate Poet.

Just a couple poems I thought you might enjoy, all written by myself.

Love No More

The sun was shining,
The sky was blue,
He said he love me,
I thought it true.

My life; amazing,
My love; even more,
My then it faded,
My heart it tore,
When i found the letter,
Of the coming war.

He saw me crying,
and tried to explain,
He said he loved me,
And felt my pain.

I begged him, I begged him,
I got on my knees,
I told him i loved him,
And not to leave.

He left me, he left me,
The very next day,
My heart was lonely,
The sky was grey.

A year had passed,
Or maybe two,
I waited, I waited,
I had no clue.

The sun was shining,
The sky was blue,
He said he loved me,
It wasn't true.

Love Never Wins

I held the rose,
So close to my heart,
I felt he thorns,
So strong and sharp.

At first it ached,
The slices were few,
But as I held longer,
To gashes they grew.

I silenced the pain,
No tears I shed,
I thought it love,
That made me bled.

The rose grew old,
So stale and warn,
The brightest petals,
The colour; all gone.

The scars still remain,
On my heart which they tore,
Always reminding:
Love is a war.

Lies of Life.

Hate; a four letter word,
Love; a four letter lie,
No heart could keep the power,
Of something so divine.

For love cannot exist,
In a world that is so cold,
For love cannot exist,
In such a broken soul.

Truth; so scarcely used,
Lies; the king of hearts,
No hope for love alone,
With pain it cannot part.

For truth cannot exist,
When lies and kept so free,
For truth cannot exist,
So close to its enemy.



Interpret as you like.

Meow,

A girl at my school in kindergarten was diagnosed with Meninja Cockle 2 weeks ago, she had her legs and arms amputated today.
We were saying how sad it must be for her because of the amount of pain a five year old has to go through, when a girl pipes up and says;

"I feel sorry for her, she's going to have no life."

To which I replied;

"Yeah, well when people treat her like that maybe."

People like that make me hate this modern world that little bit more.


And people who say "I'm so depressed." when they are upset or sad.

Depression is a mental illness, not an emotion, and is ALOT different.

If they have had to read someones suicide notes, and watch them die inside and not be able to help, I'm pretty sure they would know the difference between that and being sad.

Or when people act stupid or crazy and say "I had an ADHD moment."
ADHD is a mental disorder, and it isn't something that just comes and goes in moments.
It sucks, you have to take a tablet every day, just to be able to read with out stopping every five seconds.

Some people need to learn a thing or two.

What Sarah Said

Ok, so, music is a VERY VERY important part of my life.
And so here I am, after having an excellent day, and an even better afternoon, listening to my Ipod. Then "What Sarah Said" comes on, by Death Cab For Cutie, and I immediately collapse into weeping a ball of depression and only manage to move to put it on repeat and stay like this the rest of the night.
Funny how a song can do this to you.

every post hurts more.

You have a boyfriend. You break up with him. Your best friend tells him she likes him. You find out and ask her. She admits to not planning on telling you. She gets pissed. She blames you.

Every post, story, conversation and joke you hear between the two cuts you deeper.

She says you don't get her life and how hard it is.
She doesn't know your brain is being squashed, and you might need brain surgery and might die in the process.
she doesn't care.

Windmill, Windmill, Far Away.

She said life's a waste of time, he said he'd waste it with her.

I can't say I'm perfect, I have my flaws, and I know some, others I'm oblivious to.

I know I am impatient, overly spontaneous, attention seeking, loud, over dramatic, sympathy seeking and I'm not too high up on the attractive-o-meter.

The only reason I know these things is through other people pointing them out. Sometimes it's a close friend, looking out for you, others; a deceptive 'friend'. It's funny how no matter who tells you it, you will believe it. What's funnier is that people will bass their lives around fixing it, just to please the other person.
There's a lot of reasons why people try to please others. Sometimes its for approval, other times its for pride. If you have to change yourself to please another person you're wasting your time.
You might have had many people you had to change to suit, and they left, because they hated the 'new you'. You wasted your time, lost a lot, and gained nothing.

One day you will find that person who you don't need to please, who loves you for who you are, and never want's you to change.
Until that day, you just have to look. If you don't change and they leave, they were never worth it in the first place.