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there's clearly something living in my old house.
but youre too fucking lazy to go look for yourself.
get off youre ass and look.
THERE IS SOMEONE LIVING UP THERE I DONT KNOW.
lemme go get fucking raped.
i hope something would've happened to me.
so you would've felt like the dumbass you are.
youre so gay.
whats wrong with you?
go ahead and, "mark down what people want to do and what their told."
i clearly dont give a shit.
neither do you.
WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS ON HIS SIDE?!
hes got you brainwashed.
wtf?!
STOPPPPP BEFORE I GOUGE MY EYES OUT WITH A FORK.
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im so sad for you.

perfection.

is there a point in youre life, where everything goes youre way?
is there a point in time where youre life is perfect for once?










cause right now, it is. (:

i finally lived it up.

pain.

pain is a weird thing to deal with.
some people like it.
some people can't stand it.
im the kind of person that can't stand it.
it can be handed to you in anyway you want.
mentally, or physically.
im the kind of person who gets it both ways.
mentally AND physically.
most people do, but, not like me.
i get mental pain all the time.
more like stress, but that has nothing to do with it.
the point im trying to make is;
kids our age shouldn't have to deal with mental pain.
the only pain WE should worry about is the physical kind.
the mental kind is for adults, grown ups, teachers, and parents.
so, please tell me why kids suffer both?
that's way too much for a kid like me to deal with.
i mean, im just a kid.
im in highschool, im ill equipped.
everyone is, not just me.
why cant we just never have pain?
is that such a horrid thing to ask for?
why cant we all just go out on the street,
and hug people we dont know,
fall on our faces and laugh at the pain?
why cant we sing out loud till our throats give out?
and laugh at the pain?
why cant we just all get along,
and not have to worry about the mental pain?
and just laugh with eachother?
laughing certainly isnt painful.
so, why dont we do it that often?
maybe there's a chance we'll stop this endless fight.
maybe there's not.
maybe everyone'll start overcoming all of sudden,
and not wanting to cause the world PAIN.
why are you we always gonna be at war?
too many people are in the hospital for the pain its caused them.
so why dont we stop?
why doesnt the government notice that AIDS was their fault?
cause they distributed it.
they caused many familys,
friends,
girlfriends,
parents,
kids,
PAIN.
why cant we all just play hopskotch and jump rope?
even if we fall down, we can help eachother up.
ill help you through youre pain. . .
can you help me through mine?

WILL YOU. . .

miss me when im gone?
talk about me behind my back?
make faces at me when i turn around?
love me no matter what?
kiss me in public?
hold my hand if something gets in our way?
buy me $20 ice cream?
paint my nails?
smile back at me?
buy me anything i want?
let me hang all over you?
buy me pipe cleaners?
do my math homework?
take me to a kick ass show?
stick up for me in a fight?
pick me up when i fall down?
give me help when i need it the most?
call me at 5 in the morning?
throw rocks at my window?
take care of me when i have the chickenpox?
kiss me on the cheek?
lay with me?
cuddle?
buy me a new pet?
LOVE ME AGAIN?!







figure out who this is about?
remember, that i dont know who this is about either?

let's pack up our bags, and JET.

let's just,
pack up and go.
get youre suitcase,
youre carry-on,
youre purse,
c'mon, dont hold me behind,
im already behind enough,
we're running out of time,
the bus comes in 10 minutes,
and we're 20 minutes far away,
oh well, catch a train?
they come every 20 minutes anyways.
i can picture this in black and white.
while its raining.
kissing you, while running away from home.
the alarm clock,
its going off.
plllease turn it off.
it just keeps beeping and its getting into my dream.
BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP.
TURN IT OFFF.
PLEASE.
their gonna hear it.
then we're gonna hafta stay here.
member our memories?
like forever ago.
i miss them.
waaaake up and run away with me,
with dewy grass,
at 5 a.m.
all cold, and rainy, and grey.
hold my hand.
and get ready, for the biggest day of youre life.

the seasons are changing and. . .

quite frankly, im fucking happy.
last summer was a total waste.
i didnt hang out with my best friend at all.
but, she had the best summer ever.
this summer is gunna be different,
well, its not like i really get a summer?. . .
but, im going to make the best of it.
spring is just around the corner, and its already march.
next month we're off.
let's go hang out with 'till we get sick of eachother.
that's always fun.
let's go to brusters and get ourselves a purple dinosuar,
ask for money,
and eat subway,
then go home and throw up.
let's go to six million shows, and crowd surf.
cause im not sick of you.
i never really am anymore.
you probably are, but i dont care.
i want to be up youre ass 24/7, and laugh about people falling on the bus.
i love when we crack up, its so funny.
lets go swimming in a public pool with black people's weave stuck in the drain.
lets tan until we turn beat red.
lets eat a whole entire box of popsicles and still want more.
lets compose a new style.
please, lets call eachother at 4 in the morning to tell eachother we queaf'd.
lets live at eachother's house for the summer.
lets wear shorts and flip flops and hang out with strange people.
lets get stood up by a boy at greenfield.
lets ride scooter's.
let us be the greatest pair of best friends ever.
im so cheesy nowa days. but i dont really care.
lets go to the bodies exhibit and put sticky notes on their dicks.
lets sleep until 5 p.m.
lets BE HAPPY.


i am, are you?

$free sex.

why do you people sell themselves?
like, prostitutes.
their people, just like every one of us out there.
why do they think they have to do that to themselves?
i dont give a fuck if youre a sex addict, you dont have to do that to youre body.
fact; 1.5 billion people in south america have died from aids.
that's exactly what you can open up to if you sell yourself like that, and dont give a fuck.
and yeah, i know,
most prostitutes sell themselves to get a couplea bills for some reefer, or angel dust. . .
that still doesnt make it right.
cause drugs arent right.
sure, they make you feel like out of this world,
buuut, they can mess you up,
really bad.
like, rehab bad.
this is life, so we'll survive.
most of us.
not prostitutes.
if only this were illegal.
it is here, i think?
but not in most places.
not in vegas i dont think it is.
which where like, all hornballs go,
so there ya go.
there's other ways you can earn bills.
like . . .
GETTING A FUCKING JOB MAYBE?
it doesn't cost many to apply for a job.
not even an abraham lincoln.
so, c'mon people.
wake up and smell the coffee!
or,
the prostitution.