Jesus! I just wanna fuckin duct tape their mouths or something sometimes. I fricking hate people telling me what on earth I can or can’t do! I think I’ll move out when I’m 18. Think me ignoring the cock blower would be enough but nooooooooo his imput is a must. Freak its to damn early to deal with his petty bull shit.
I don’t mind change, in fact I love changing things. From my hair color, which is naturally red, to my clothes style. But one thing that I hate is when people try to change me. Sure, I’ll purposely make my clothes mismatch or my hair blue or magenta, but when people make fun of me I can just shrug it off with a whatever. My dad seems to think I need to change who I am. I hate it when people can’t just leave it be. If they don’t apprtiate me then they can go screw themselves.
Most people don’t want to admit at one point in their lifes, no matter when, that they’ve thought about it. Every where you go some one blames Emo’s for doing it the most. While emo’s are emotional, there are very few out of many that go for suicide. Most people who contemplate it are normal or dieing. Generally if ones not seriously thinking about it, they go across the tracks.
Time holds no meaning. One can have it or waste it. One can dream it or use it. Wiseness comes with it. It is ageless no matter who you are. I love time. Tick tock, tick tock. Clocks are on the wall, bearing time for us all. Waste not, want not. Who be there for all but time.
Hey y’all! Okay so you know one thing I love the most? Music!!! There’s a song for everything if you know where to look. Want to commit suicide? Just listen to Last Resort by Papa Roach. Want to say fuck off, I am who I am? Just listen to Perfect by Simple Plan. Want to say you fucked up by cheating? Just listen to Before he Cheats by Carrie Underwood. Want to say goodbye but never again? Just listen to Goodbye by Secondhand Serenade. As I said Music rocks our socks off!
Gray. One word full of contradictions. Both nothing and everything. Most compelling thing of all. Is it touched by light or darkness? The question of wheither or not you run and hide. Angels bless it, demons wore it. Like clouds rolling in, can here the thunder calling(*snickers* snap snap!). Dark or light as ones emotions. OK i’m done.
