March 2012
But he and I are like the waves.
The two of us are as unpredictable as the tides,
The water choppy and rough sometimes,
But then all is calm.
Tumblr: Here, have some kittens...
Tumblr: Delicious food? There.
Tumblr: I bring you some beautiful, insipiring art...
Parents/Roommate/Boss: *walks into the room*
Tumblr: PORN?
Tumblr: YOU SAID PORN?
Tumblr: DID I HEAR DICKS?
Tumblr: WHAT WAS THAT DID YOU MENTION HARDCORE GAY SEX?
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I had to write a poem for English class.
The pressure to be perfect is frightening,
And he says he loves me but does he really?
The pressure to fit in and do things right,
And he says he cares but does he really?
I hear them whispering in the hallways
My hands grow clammy at my sides.
I wipe them against my pants and keep walking,
Their stares bore into my back.
I check my phone constantly
Simply wondering if he’s thinking of...
I simply cannot do this history outline.
wake up: exhausted
12 am: exhausted
3 pm: fucking exhausted
5 pm: really fucking exhausted
7 pm: about to pass out
bed time: the energy of 5 million condensed suns