teenage rebellion i think not ! passive aggressiveness ? nahh wasn't even thinking about her cmnt when i got it. yes i know i look like a hippie; my goal was reached.
i hate being sick i become how do i say it. . .NEEDY it so sucks that the only human interaction i had all week were these people: my mom, cat [yes she can count as human too], doctor & miss maxine [who kindly went to by this soup for me]:
yes; i like things with colour ;] but green pea soup ='s awesome.
what i noticed aim gets pretty boring after a day or so of being sick; & it becomes a tedious task; typing with acrylic nails & all. i did do something cool though; i tried laying on my air mattress to suddenly find myself face first on the floor convo btwn mom & i :
mom: WHAT DID YOU DROP?
me: myself ouchhh
mom: oh. okay.
now try reading that 5 times fast. for some strange[lol] reason people assume i'm a lesbian like my mom.
me: myself ouchhh
mom: oh. okay.
gosh not even a "are you okay" nope. ohh update that boy well; he's not my boy anymore. but i wrote a poem; its called "his poem" --oh how original; but no its called jilted.
to want someone you cant have is to have your stomach turn knots and your knees get weak and to have the tingling sensation of blood rising at your ignorance as you try to eradicate the surge of longing from racing up and down your spine as it sends the nerves signals that reflect off the memory of what it felt like to simply brush skin with that one sin that you know can't be granted because after all its a lust. to want him is to prepare my meal knowing damn well i will not be able to eat it because he made me lose my appetite and well if you know me, to lose my appetite is something outstanding. and to want him but to not receive him is to converge at a cross road and take the road least traveled on.
now try reading that 5 times fast. for some strange[lol] reason people assume i'm a lesbian like my mom.
mom: you're a lesbian though.
me: [all hysterical] NO !
mom: oh. you're bi then.
me: no ma i like boys.
mom: yeah boys and girls
me: no just boys*walks away defeated.
me: [all hysterical] NO !
mom: oh. you're bi then.
me: no ma i like boys.
mom: yeah boys and girls
me: no just boys*walks away defeated.
well prom was great after party BAHH; too many people music was like . . . i know this song but you can't vibe to that yo. but otherwise i had a nice night with the best date in the whole entire galaxy, my nelson motherfucking angel<3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5umWAWCF_7Q5d6TfmFr7-k7elJHSwMYxpRGM1MnLzFfL5hTg5iY75AqkvFQ1N37bJd6bkLiVwEzAQ1XCQl_S3Ju36UeKokrrVmN-vvbuCAqiJnPK7Ot3wNO2U7pCNc958YboMcI9e2M/s1600-h/mehetnelsito.jpg">
i would've had a greater time if 3 certain people would have come too [kainatwhitneyshante] bet they won't be able to deciper that secret message >:]
