Flirtation, flirtation
All around hip rotations

Late night happenings
And morning strips

One night stands
And 18 year holds

Whiskey and bourbon are the life of gleam
That help me look Death in the eye with a kean smirk.

K.

I give up with this thing called trying
Because every night ive ended in crying.

Im out world...
It was a good run.

I want him.
I admit finally...
I want him and I dont know how to stop.

I am the loser friend.
I am the one who will never acheive to much.
I am the one who isnt worth much.
Not given much anything.
At least I know.

The only men I trust are
Jim
Jack
And
José.



Whiskey bent and Hell bound.

No one can see them

The main thing I want,
                        

                                      Is for someone to ask, "Are you ok?"

Me too say "i'm fine, just tired."

                                     And for them to look me dead in the eye, hug me tight, and say, " I know your not."

Its not the same as the last "loves" that ive had.
Its new.
Its real this time.. and I know it
And I want it, but I dont think it wants me

" She said sorry often.
She apologized for apologizing too
much.
She said sorry like it was a greeting.
She apologized for everything that goes
wrong.
Because she labelled herself as a
disaster.
She was sorry for not being good
enough.
Because no one ever told her she was
good enough.
No one ever told her that she was
something more than
the mess inside her head and the
tsunami inside her heart.
So all she learned was to apologize for
every single breath she took."

Slutty *****.
Not enough.
Emo cycle.
One of the regulars.

Deadbeat lowlife ******.

Work.
Work.
Work.
Test.
Test.
Test.
Notes.
Notes.
Notes.




This ******* school makes me want to shoot myself.
Can NOT wait till our little judgment day.

What are you? How do you describe yourself?

A burn out. Hoodlum. Someone who will amount to nothing.



I give thanks to you Todd. Ricky. Tommy and those people from the apartments. Thank you. Because now, I can't ******* do a ******* thing without everything that happened, appearing again. Now it's worse, because I feel it all over again.

She's beauty she's grace
She'll punch you right in the face.
She's blue she's gray
She lives right by the bay.
She's the girl in the blue bandana.

She's Mississippi she's Louisiana
So believe me when I say God gave me her.
Because she is an Angel in disguise
With her wings tucked back,
But soon she will fly and soar away from here
In look for more.
She deserves the world the planets and the galaxy
But only receives the dirt gravel and plunder.

I love her beyond belief because she is my Blonde BFF.

I CANT ******* DO IT ANY ******* MORE!!!!!!!!
There are to many memories.
There are ******* reminders every ******* where.
I just
goddamnn IT ******* ALL OF IT TO ******* HELL.
i AM A WORTHLESS PIECE OF ******* **** THAT EVEN THE ******* ******* DEVIL WOULDNT DANCE WITH.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE AND ******* TELL ME I AM WORTH EVERYTHING AND THE ******* MOON.
DO NOT COMPARE THE ******* VALUE OF THE MOON TO A DISGUSTING ******* ***** LIKE ME.
** I AM WORTH ******* NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What if just for the moment,
I'm gone?

Without warning,
Just starting to disintegrate
Into nothing.

Dylan Klebold (17)... Senior.... September 11, 1981- April 20, 1999
Eric Harris (18)... Senior.... April 9, 1981- April 20, 1999
Cassie Bernall (17)... Senior.... November 6, 1981- April 20, 1999
Lauren Townsend (18)... Senior.... January 17, 1981- April 20, 1999
Rachel Scott (17)... Senior.... August 5, 1981- April 20, 1999
Corey DePooter (17)... Senior.... March 3, 1982- April 20, 1999
Daniel Mauser (15)... Sophy.... June 25, 1983- April 20 1999
Daniel Rhohrbough (15)... Sophy.... March 2, 1984-  April 20, 1999
Dave Sanders (47)... Old ****.... October 22, 1951- April 20, 1999
Kelly Fleming (16)... Junior.... January 6, 1983- April 20, 1999
Steve Curnow (14)... Freshmeat.... August 28, 1984- April 20, 1999
Matt Kechter (16)...Sophy.... February 19, 1983- April 20, 1999
Isaiah Shoels (18)... Senior.... August 4, 1980- April 20, 1999
John Tomlin (16)... Junior.... September 1, 1982- April 20, 1999
Kyle Velasquez (16)... Junior....May 5, 1982- April 20, 1999

Please answer me. This one, simple ******* question.
Why?
Why am I still here? I'm a piece of ******* nothing that everybody in this ******* world hates. Mom. Sister. Uncle's. Aunts. My whole ******* family.
I ******* hate it. Stop ******* lying to me please.
Just hate me please. Hate me. Hate me. Hate me. Hate me. Hate me. Hate me. Hate me. Hate me. Hate me like I do. Hate me like my family. Treat me like I do myself. Treat me like the piece of nothing I am. Just ******* hate me for THE LOVE OF ******* GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I deserve nothing, because thats what I am.
I deserve nothing, because thats what I am.
I deserve nothing, because thats what I am.
I am nothing.
I am ****.
I deserve to die, and rot away with the worms and bugs of the underground.
I am a hopeless cause that will aspire to nothing.
I want to go into a whole and never come out until I am retracted in a body bag.
Leave me. Hate me. Please.
Hate me so I have nothing.
Hate me because deep deep down thats what you want to do.
Hate me because I will drag you further and further into the hole of nothingness that others call my being.
Hate me because I hate myself.
So now answer me this.
Why?

Hes... perfect.
Everything ive ever wanted.
Its real this time, for me.
And I admitted it to myself, so there isnt any backing down.
I just wish I knew what he felt, if he likes me like he does her.

You see at the end of
The road Dorothy
Got to go home.

"Just tap your shoes,
And say 'There's no
Place like home.'"

Tap one.
There's no place like home.

Tap two.
There's no place like home.

Tap three.
There's no place like home.


And i'm still
*here.

Do not come to me with apologies and ask of my forgiveness.
I do not want nor do I need you.
You are below me, and I will see to it that you be removed from this Planet.
By.
My.
Own.
*******.
Hands.