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Advice is easy to give, but it can be wrong or harmful. You are the expert on you. The best thing someone can do is help you figure out the path that makes the most sense to you.
Valentines day, once every year, where love is RUBBED in my face, smiles on theirs, ear to ear.
I don't really care, what you got your 'Bae.' Leave me alone.
This is not my day.
I only need chocolate, a movie or two. It'll just be me.
I don't need you.
I don't need love. A stupid word that is.
Please stop talking about how you're his..
Leave me alone.
My heart hurts worst than yours ever did.
You were never 'depressed' Never alone.
You have a **** Ton of friends.
That welcome you in their home.
me?
I have myself, including 'I'
Days like this make me want to curl up.
And.
Die.
"NOW this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky,
And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back;
For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.

Wash daily from nose tip to tail tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting and forget not the day is for sleep.

The jackal may follow the tiger, but, cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the wolf is a hunter—go forth and get food of thy own.

Keep peace with the lords of the jungle, the tiger, the panther, the bear;
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the boar in his lair.

When pack meets with pack in the jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken; it may be fair words shall prevail.

When ye fight with a wolf of the pack ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel and the pack is diminished by war.
 Jan 2015 Gunnyr Johnson
effaced
i
eat
sleep
breathe
feel
and
see.          
                      but,
                      i
                      find
                      it
                      hard
                                        to
                                        be
                                                             me.
Crimson drops on the twin box spring,
My loved ones disgraced in the opening of veins.
I am happy to be alive, lucky to be breathing.
Why, then, do I feel unworthy of this second chance?
I am in *** Health Center. I love you Airen. Jacob, thank you for saving me. Family, I won't disappoint you in this second chance. I am happy to be living.
School, a prison of useless knowledge and useless people who
Uselessly torment others, including me.
Vibrant colors fill the halls but to me it all seems gray.
My day is long, as my face. I sit to wonder.
"What is of this place?"
It's like a maze, but of the mind. Wandering aimlessly in hopes to find the exit, but even when I escape.
**I come back the next day
On a more personal note I do know School is not useless and because of school we have all that we do today from the brilliant men and women who work to advance our future. But this is just a 'vision' if you will of what I see every day in my high-school routine, and what I experience.
No one can understand, not even the people that say they do, I try and try and try to be perfect, I try my hardest if you will to fit in, but I can't.
I try to be popular, but it doesn't work that way.
All because I am Me..
Because I'm Bisexual, because I am short, because I have acne, because of how I dress, my shoes, my lifestyle, my choices, my thoughts.

Even my Scars
Who knew so much could define someone who is so little to this world.
I sure didn't.
A very serious rant on what I see as life, and why I am why I am.
Sometimes, as I lay, a metal blade confined in my hand.
Covering the piece of steel is the tears of my body.
The crimson flow like a river high in a mountain.
Current so smooth even the lightest of touches can ruin the flow.
It hurts, but that hurt feels good.
As I engrave, sometimes I write a name or a face.
To remember what I once had.
And sometimes I cry;
**Faster than the river flows.
A very bland poem about my struggle
A smile so warm.
But a heart so very
**Cold..
Oh life, how you daze me.
Taking sharp turns, when I'm not buckled.
Accelerating as soon as I felt comfortable.
Giving me a bad hand, in the time of need.
Where are you taking me now?
Of course you don't tell. So I only wait, holding my breath as we begin onto our adventure.
please be gentle.
A story of what I see life to be. And what it's done to me
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