I’m different this I know
I live my life differently
I write poetry,
I love whimsical slogans
but
I’m rooted in responsibility  Grounded in place by obligation
unusually passionate
a champion of the underdog
with
a strong desire
to love and be loved
seeing others in need breaks
my heart
but
l’m also self destructive
I can be bitterly jealous
I take unnecessary risks
I love blindly
I constantly throw caution
to the wind
and
as the Irish would say
I find myself in a fine kettle of *****
usually of my own making
so
to combat my faults, flaws and dragons
I have a simple rules
keep my mouth shut!
never voice my discontent
and
keep my demons and dragons caged  
I’m a wild creature that out of necessity has been domesticated
so
that she may walk freely in the world
but for a kiss
i have broken these rules
and
i have given my discontent a voice
Set free the dragon
who in turn released the demons
who now crave what they have
long been denied ................ love
but
for that kiss I would die a thousand deaths.

I just wanna say to my gf that I ******* ROCK my blue eyebrows

Let me get this STRAIGHT.
Hold on, I'm gonna run this BI you.
I wanna see how this PANs out, ok?
LES just see how this goes.
I need you to TRANSfer those papers.
Come on, I bet you ACEd the test!

"Rereading her texts doesn't bring her back from the dead."


And I'm dead anyways. So read my texts all you want.

Somebody pick a fight with me. Set this all ablaze and watch the photos burn.

No.

I can't do that. I will not give the world the satisfaction of being right about me. That I'm this monster...

Rereading her texts doesn't bring her back from the dead.

But she's not dead.

So let me rephrase:

Rereading her texts... doesn't bring her back.

Beaches are lots of fun,
Until you realize you cannot
Go because your body,
Mind, and soul have been
Cut a million times.
Salt water burns people like me.

I ****** my best friend.
We were drunk, but I can tell she wants me sometimes-- even when we're sober.
I forgot about it until lunch the next day. Hit me like a ton of "ohfuckwhatihaveidone" bricks falling from the delapitated crumbling building that is my life.

I ****** my other best friend too.
He's in love with me, so maybe it meant something more.

I'm not even that pretty-- maybe they just like the concept of the "hot mess"... Or maybe I'm the one attracted to them, maybe I feel I have nothing to offer except ***.