I need to be loved
I need to be held
I need to be praised
I need to be kissed
I need to be hugged
I need to be with you
I need

Today I'm sad. Today I'm upset. I wish I could just go back to bed. All I wanna do is cry. But if I cry someone is gunna ask why. Then I have to explain and there's some many reasons why. Misty fm them I don't want to get into. I just want Chinese food and to watch Saturday night live. But I can't. And that's the only thing that's gunna make me happy right now.  Holding back tears is the worst. Especially at school. I just wanna go to bed.

Get the **** out of my head. Your all I can think of and I really wish you were in my bed. Holding me and telling me everything's alright. But that will never be because you don't even ******* notice me. I wish the thought of you would just ******* go. Just leave my head and let me go. But the thought of you almost brings me to tears please don't go.

I had a dream last night. It was perfect. But I can't really remember it. Now that I'm awake it saddens me that it wasn't nor will it ever be real. I was with the boy I really like and he was holding me. Ands that all I really need right now because I'm so ******* emotional. I just need to held and told that everything will be alright. Is that to much to ******* ask for.

Today has been a good day. I'm really happy about it. It's so nice out. The sun is out. The grass is green. I had pasta for lunch. I have no homework. I made my friend really happy. I watched Netflix in class. The movie was set in the 60s. I like the 60s. My friend is gunna be on the bus. So I won't be alone. When I get home I'm gunna eat pineapple. I have tie dye socks on. Today has been a good day.

There's so many things I could be doing right but I'm sitting in history class with a douch bag of a teacher who thinks everyone is gunna listen to but really were all on are iPads not listing to him. But as I sit here and think when the hell am I gunna need this. I think about how many things I could be doing, but no I'm sitting here in this hell hole writing an essay on whether it was right for President Truman to drop the atomic bomb, which I couldn't care less about. It's so nice outside today. I could be outside laying in the grass looking up at the sky and the clouds, but again I'm here and not there. So I just have to **** it up and deal with it for now.

Why you?
Why you out of everyone I see
Why do my eyes always wonder to look at you
The person I don't know and doesn't know me
I can't think of anyone else
And it almost brings me to tears to know
I can't be warped up warm in you're arms