I will...

I will live
I will die.
I will laugh
I will cry.
But i won't wait for you again
In the rain
Like i did last night.
Goodbye.

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

So...

... I now have a budgie. I have a habit of going out with money, passing a pet shop, seeing an animal alone in a cage looking all sad and adorable and buying it without thinking. I ALWAYS look after them well and i have plenty of room, but it's hard and i do nothing but worry if they're OK. Well, i have a trip to Brighton planned for may and a holiday to Ireland for July. Looking for a job so i can have a little extra spending money there. School starts back up next week therefore exams are also gonna play a big part on my mind. I miss him sometimes but yesterday i discovered something: I have friends. Jo walked me home again and we stayed outside talking for ages, didn't realise until i finally got inside. I told club my news and they were extremely supportive with loads of hugs and congrats! I couldn't believe it. I don't want to have to face him at school, but i think i can get through it. My first day back is a Tuesday so afterwards I'll be cheered up by club and he doesn't go there anymore for reasons i can't tell. OK I've vented, ranted and just generally talked about crap that's happened. I'm beginning to get tired now, it's been a long day. sometimes i miss him and it's unbearable and it tears me apart but i just have to remember what he did to me and that I'm better off with the friends that DON'T treat me like crap.

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poetry of the damned


It's not fair.
I don't know who i am.
Why do i feel this way?
I'm never able to be myself. Not really.
There's always a piece locked away.
A secret i won't ever say.
A lie i'll never reveal.
I made a mistake. It cost me everything.
I'll never be the same again.
No one knows who i really am.
He thought he knew me, but he didn't.
She thought she saw me, but she didn't.
What they thought they knew and saw was a shadow of what was real.
Of what i really feel.
I'll never fit in. I'm an outsider. For that i thank God everyday!
Who wants to be cool when that includes getting drunk, smoking and screwing around?
But why does being an outsider have to be so hard?
I am different. More different than you know.
That's the point really... You will never know. Because i will never tell.

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perseverance is what they say my strength is
They must be right
because i got hurt again tonight
Yet i'm still ready to love
Rebound is my second name
But not in the way you might think
I wish i could hate you
But i don't have the strength
One day my heart will not be able to hold on anymore
will not react to heartbreak with immunity
i think today is that day.