Currently Listening The Silence in Black and White By Hawthorne Heights Sandpaper and Silk see related

It's safe to say I'm lonely now
A place called home

Is just a memory away
I know I've done this all before
A thousand silent voices

Begging me to stay
Apologies all left unsaid
Secrets better left unspoken
Dreams are slowly put to bed
Rumors stirred and reawoken

If I try to get away
How long until I'm free
And if I don't come back here
Will you remember me?

It's safe to say I'm nothing now
It's all so quiet but I

Can't forget the sound
A thousand voices call my name
A thousand hands that

Pull me back down to the ground
I turn away from what you are
Denying all that you have given
I find a place that's safe and far
In time all will be forgiven

If I try to get away
How long until I'm free
And if I don't come back here
Will you remember me?

Empty

aaaww....what da hell. Im soo fucking sick of my life its not even funny. I Mean God...yea...thats it today. Everyones ignoring me.

I can complain forever huh?

Well lets see my complain list for today shall we?

1. People Are ignoring me

2. People are annoying me

3. Theres more christain books in the schools library than wiccan (even though im not part of the cult thingy i still like reading about it)

4. My classes suck

5. I Just quit tennis cuz little me cant take the fucking heat (astmatic problems)

6. My bus driver now loves me (NOOOOO!!!)

7. I complain too much

Now, school sucks cuz my best friend reagan moved and my fuck buddy (=P NIIICCCKKK) go to ams.

Lifes a damn laugh...God must be a joker huh?

So leave me some comments and ill CONSIDER commenting you back?

<\3Shaina<\3

Currently Reading Cut By Patricia Mccormick see related

Couldnt Do It

Not writing is a sin for me. I must force myself to keep on. I now relized why I cut, its not becuase I can "controll the pain" or becuase "its the only thing i can feel" *roll eyes* lol (not to make fun of anyone with that reason) but its becuase... damn i dont know...I like it?

Its like a high, a rush...ya know? I mean if i wanted to stop I can I'd probally would be able to stop anytime i want to. But i chose not.

I mean whats the differnce between cutting and getting peirced and tattoed...its MY body. Its nones business.

anywho im back in black. So whatever

but i know how it feels like to want to die how it hurts to smile how you try to fit in...but you cant and how you hurt yourself to try to on the outside kill the thing on the inside...

Currently Reading Cut By Patricia Mccormick see related

Couldnt Do It

Not writing is a sin for me. I must force myself to keep on. I now relized why I cut, its not becuase I can "controll the pain" or becuase "its the only thing i can feel" *roll eyes* lol (not to make fun of anyone with that reason) but its becuase... damn i dont know...I like it?

Its like a high, a rush...ya know? I mean if i wanted to stop I can I'd probally would be able to stop anytime i want to. But i chose not.

I mean whats the differnce between cutting and getting peirced and tattoed...its MY body. Its nones business.

anywho im back in black. So whatever

but i know how it feels like to want to die how it hurts to smile how you try to fit in...but you cant and how you hurt yourself to try to on the outside kill the thing on the inside...