The girls who always try to fight:
The people that ask stupid questions:
The kids who get their swagger on in front of me and make me late:
The couples who make out in the middle of the hall:
The boys who think they’re hot shit:
The mexicans that always scream at each other in spanish:
Everyone else:
accurate. so accurate.
Everything.
I wish our school had mexicans…
March 2011
I can’t believe how much this weekend has matured me over one event. I can’t believe how much I’ve not freaked out and how much I want to try harder to make something of myself now that I’ve encountered my first real hurtle in my life. I’m optimistic and I know that if I put my mind to it, I can’t abso-fucking-lutely anything I want with my life.
You’re not alone… I promise.
I miss you.
You have been very irritating lately. You tell me I need to work more and keep my grades perfect. Not too bad of a request. However, when I am working and I call you to let you know I’m gonna be coming home around 2-3AM from work (as I have told you about multiple times before I even applied for the job), don’t get upset. Because then I might leave work early… Too late, I did. And my boss was okay with it, don’t get me wrong… but when I call you to tell you that I’m on my way home early so that you aren’t upset anymore, don’t bitch at me for leaving work early for you. Make up your damn mind, you’re pissing me off and stressing me out.
/End Rant/
I try and see if we’re on talking terms and I’m always left hanging…
What the hell are we doing and when are things going to be normal? Because I’m tired of the games.
This is a beautiful poem. <3
Good choice, Chelsea!
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am…






