it's almost time for me to stuff my personality back into my locker, and hold my breath.. i know there's more to this. but this headache makes my want to shoot myself. i smell the alcohol, it's seeping through my skin. and i know you're wrong when you tell me nyquil is bad for me. and i know you're wrong when you tell me my eyes lie to me. i think you're ignorant. and you think i'm heartless. oh, i can fix this. i'll write you a poem, and graffiti it into the wall.. and i'll tell you i love you.
so. my 'uncle' sent his son, kevin. eh..kevin just recently got out of jail after accidentally killing his friend.. it was.. interest. he's.. intelligent. i was shocked. and. i went tanning again. (yay)
apparently i have another uncle. my mother didn't know about him until this morning. oh gee golly. i'm so excited. another ignorant man i'll have to put up with.. and. to add more hatred. i might have to meet him today. i'll have to bring a dictionary.. i know i'll have to look up half of my vocabulary for him. no.. i just won't talk the entire time. oh, if he brings children. i'll kill them. i still need to finish the flowermouth set. and start the graffiti-scar set. unfortunately. for some reason.. i don't mind being called a flowermouth. ---i need green tea. school starts tomorrow. whoo-fucking-hoo. i don't have classes with anyone i know.. which i'm almost content with. someone wants to give me a flower and seventy-five cents. please?
so. i went tanning (finally). and i dyed my hair back to black. so. i don't look like a homeless person anymore. but it looks like i have blue highlights. i'm not sure if that's good or bad. no one will go with me to great lakes crossing tomorrow. which is probably a good thing. i hate most of my friends anyway.
and if the sky had eyes that glared at her she'd feel deific.. but no. no, the sky doesn't.. and she's all the same. books//-inject.--dreck. and the day's already over.. pucker and blow. oh, she's almost bored. spit::.inhale-|loathe. she tries and she's lucent.. but it doesn't matter. it never mattered. hyaline, and over priced.
four blazing headlights and she knew. lemonade//-electric-dreams..-!oh, and whoah. dolorous photographs | shattered glass and now she's running from a screaming rainbow.. acrimony//-dire/-choke. and she'd grab her hand and lead you.. but she's already on her way out of here. can you remember, or do you always forget. /--eyeliner||glitter/trash-- her vintage rings and over priced make up never made her any better, but that's what she still wants to believe. deterioration//grime--lush.