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crowsblood
Bad Poetry
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| I was bored, so I wrote some dark poetry. I'll post this, and then it's off to bed. My mom made a new rule today, since she thought I was faking cramps and just was too tired to go to school. I have to get off at 11:00. Oh well, life is like that. That's not too bad, anyway. I have to admit that it's really more than enough time. You can be sure that the pain is blistering, And that my soul is shattering. Continue smiling your macabre leer, Wait until I am driven to tears. How much louder do I have scream until your satisfied? Is my pain good enough for you, or do I have to die? I've bled for you a thousand times, I've pleaded to you a hundred rhymes! Is my pain good enough for you? Do I have to die? |
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crowsblood
I Don\'t Feel Good.
Mar 3rd, 2005 8:43:17 pm - Subscribe
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| I feel so sick today! It feels like the flu rather than a cold. In 3rd period, all I could do at first was rest my head on my desk. I was so tempted to go home, but I've already missed to much school, and I don't want to bother Lilian or the nurse again. Everyone was all, "Go to the nurse Duh!" and I was all, "Noo, I've missed to much school." I took a nap, though, and I hope that after I eat dinner, I'll feel better. I'm going to be an over-achiever for Spanish, and instead of a comic, draw individual pictures for the Spanish story. Also, I'm determined to make it really long, and really interesting. Weird, too. Dare I go downstairs looking and feeling like this? There's company downstairs. I'll risk it. I should find a mask, first, though. **rummage-rummage** Aha! **holds up Karasu's mask** XDD Yeah, I wish . . . No self-inserting, please! **slaps herself** . . . You don't know what I'm speaking of, do you? I don't want to explain, I just want to FEEL BETTER!! Is that so much to ask? I'm already tormented with on-going stomach problems!! . . . Ahem. |
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crowsblood
Uuugghh . .
Mar 4th, 2005 5:04:27 pm - Subscribe
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| I'm sicker than ever, so I don't have to go to my dad's. Yes! Oh, and I didn't go to school, again. I really did want to! I'm just too sick, though! I'd be pretty much useless, anyway. Ugh, my head hurts so bad! Last night was terrible. I didn't feel any aches or pains, and yet, I felt like dying. That's the worse pain, since you can't pinpoint where the discomfort is coming from. My head isn't clear, so I'm jsut basically typing whatever crap comes to my disordered mind. WTF, my mind is always disordered! >_> See what I mean? |
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crowsblood
Birth Month Quiz
Mar 5th, 2005 4:19:26 pm - Subscribe
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| Snagged this from Amy's blog. Take the quiz: "What does your birth month reveal about you?" July Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood.Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. |
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crowsblood
Can Nobody See Me Dying Here?
Mar 6th, 2005 5:22:49 pm - Subscribe
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| It's already Sunday, and I have to write a short story that is completely in Spanish, and draw some pictures that go with it, by tomorrow. It wouldn't been so hard, but I'm working so hard on drawing the pictures on separate peices of paper, and I'm trying to make them stunning. I not only want to show my teacher that I'm not a lazy ass and that I've really been struggling, but I also want to gain some recognition from my classmates. Selfish, but I need it, I feel so alone and unliked. I've never had a friend that admired me. I guess you can say I've never had a true friend at all. Everyone runs away from me, or abuses me verbally and emotionally just because I'm different. The few that do like me, the world always find a way to separate us. I hate the world and life with a passion, but I especially hate myself. I don't know why I hang around just to keep suffering. |