raw

I think it's all bull shit

Red is not green

I remember when the grass was greener on the other side. But once I got over there I realized it was artificial turf.

*Atomic bomb goes of* keeps scooping ice cream at my Minimum wage paying job.

Well shit. 

I've never been that close before

Never let go that much or lost that much control 

felt different this time 

And now It's my fault your head has been filled with clouds.

Probably your worst day and you want to know what I did

I scooped ice cream. I scooped ice cream when you burned thousands of Dollars in 3 seconds. Which really was all the seconds of the night added up and mushed together Into those 3. All the seconds that should have weighed your eye lids down and sealed them closed, but instead I held them open for way too long. When the clouds started to look at the Real estate your mind had to offer, I just scooped some ice cream. 

we were just being young and dumb for the moment. Didn't realize one moment could take a lot more away

Im scared

Yeah guilt is worst 

I don't know what I'm doing with you 

But your a habit that makes me nervous, and that's always been my favorite kind 

Plain Jane

Ive been staring at a face I usually would skim over. Plain Jains are a phobia. I see a white piece of paper of where you are standing. But instead of holding a paint brush to add to it, I just walk on by. I used to be more drawn to blank canvas. Always thought they were hinding somthing, somthing under all that nothing. Turns out when you tear it apart you find more white then the clouds have ever seen In each other. And more empty then my third grade birthday party. Words like, flat line, or Mediocre come into play. If I surround myself with locked doors that I've never known where locked, then how am I supposed to get out. If I keep limiting myself because of comfort, my life will stay at a standstill. Anxiety is real, but so is Santa. Your brain can make up a trillion thoughts a minute but maybe only one comes through. And being me is scary. But being a plain Jane is a hell of a lot scarier.

Mellodramatic teen poetry that has nothing to do with blackout

You told me the only reason you wear a seat belt is cause of me 

But now I think you wear it out of habit 

You know I've never became a habit before

Coach says best way to form a habit is to do  somthing 10,000 times correct 

We did that

I have 10,000 different places in my mind that are filled with memories that maybe weren't so correct but all of you

All With a blurred scenery spinning fast in the background 

The Background used to be crisp like black 

But then it went white 

Now it's just at grey 

And the habit creeps back in occasionally 

It's so easy to fall back into it

But climbing out sucks so I decided to installed an elevator because I knew it would keep happening 

Your the reason for the tears 

But I also blame the salt in the water 

Cause I didn't want salt in my eyes

It just burned them

I'm over you. 

But it sucked getting here, so thanks. 

And remenber to buckle up please.

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Me

I see the glass half empty
But it's filled with cranberry juice
And I don't like cranberry juice.
So it's blessing it's half way to being empty

Humors dry. Could set a match and it would burn fast

I have a love hate relationship with nachos

theres somthing out there that scares me everyday.
But that's how I know I'm living. More then any pulse or mirror could reinsure me.

Im a newb 

I don't eat meat.
Orange chicken from Panda Express and cold cut turkey slices from subway
Don't count.
They are the exceptions. Used to think my personality was cold cut
But then I realized it's not an exception.

Very weird 

I'm a street walker at night. But only in the winter season. I like to stare down the freezing silence of the moons smile, till mine freezes with it.

drive home after a yoga session of meditation, put on hard rap. 

Or after a hard workout put on meditation music

There's no in between 

I'm an anti video gamer. Until it comes to COD nazi zombie. I feel like it's okay to game if we're shooting at the original shooters. Even though It's not.

Creator

Im the laziest worker I know. Unless it gets me out of work then I'm the hardest worker I know.

I will Judge you souly on your music type

an artistic soul

Ex athlete

Big time dreamer, even if that sounds dumb

Spaz

Hater of a lot

Tree freaken hugger 

Believer

Adverge joe

Curly haired tom boy

Advid music listener

Plaid

Bad at finances

Award winning dirty room

Being tech savy is a joke

Licker of the cream of Oreos

Cheater in the class of chemistry

But really I'm

Just a

Senior

Trying to get

Out

Of suburbia

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I'm scared I'm going to become high maintenance. Boredom is killing my soul. There's a fine line between being an artist and being bored. I'm getting to close to it. I DONT SPEND ENOUGH TIME OUTDOORS. Read a book in 5th grade about assassins. Said routine is the easiest way to get yourself killed. That always stuck with me. I want a boy to see me. I get so intimated around people who are good at art. Girls camp theme was "you are enough". Well I hope so. I hate driving a mini van. I hate even more that in not grateful for a damn car. I want to go outside and walk the streets. Scared my dad will piss out if I do cause it's 1:30 am. I'm all talk anyways. my beds too warm. Spent way too long on this ipood today. Arrrgghh. Im so scared I'm going to get fat. Suposed to be writing about music. MUSIC IS LIFE. That's all I got to say about that. Glad for my friends who came in right when I needed them most. Really happy right now. Haven't cried in a loooong time.  Love my family life. Me my dad and my brother and my sister are a cool mix. Weird artisy people, that's my kind of crew. I should go to bed. Sfgskdkehehxydjak I don't want to. cause then I have to wake up to walking in a prison made of white walls and high school spirit, all at 7:42 in the bloody morning. I don't learn shit on my senior year schedule. It's kinda late. I'm going to close my eyes now. Wonder if anyone will read this cause I posted so late. Why don't I read books anymore?