School sucks. It should die.

I made a voodoo doll tonight. I stuck a bullet into his head. I'm not really sure why i did it though....

"Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn’t.

I want someone who won’t care that I’m incapable of sitting still for more than fifteen minutes, that I can’t grasp the concept of cleaning, and that I refuse to be ‘lady-like’. Someone who can understand that half the decisions that I make are the ones that I regret, and that sometimes I overreact. I want someone who knows me in and out, but would still do absolutely anything to make sure that I’m theirs.

American Soldier Part 2

You are exactly 4 years, 8 months, and 10 days older than me.

Because I am under the age of 18, and still considered a minor, any relationship between us is considered illegal.

Yet you are still talking to me, still flirting, still saying you love me.

You are risking so much just to be with me.

Yet I am risking close to nothing.

I still talk to you, I still flirt, and I still tell you I love you.

I tell you often how you have stolen my heart, how you have my heart racing, how everytime I even think about you I get butterflies in my stomach. You have my mind going in circles with all the thoughts I am having of you, every second of every day.

In such a short time, you have done so much to me. I know that what I want is wrong, but I can’t help it. I can’t control my emotions. You are taking complete control over me.

Odd thing is, I’m loving every second of it.

Why do you have to grow up?

We grow up and get older. But with that age comes drama.

You never see little kids fighting over stupid stuff like teenagers do. Why can’t life be like it was when we were little?

I guess I just really don’t want to grow up because I’m scared of the drama that is inevitably involved with it.

Give me your thoughts on this.

Are you scared of growing up because of the drama?

I swear...

I am never letting my mom near my ears again. She stabbed me in the ear with a Q-tip!! It hurt. Told her I would blog about it.

An American Soldier

You came into my life not to long ago. Yet in this short amount of time you have stolen my heart. Your on my mind all the time. Your the only thing I think about. But how can this be possible? I have not known you for so long. Usually it takes a very long time before I even trust someone, yet you know almost everything about me.

You are a soldier. Someone who risks their life for the rest of us. You are more at ease in the war environment. You would go back in a heartbeat. Yet you don’t stop to think what you would be leaving behind. Does it not once cross your mind that it might possibly kill me to have to watch you go back into war? Or is it that you just don’t care what I think about it.

You have told me that if I were to run away that you would come after me. Did you really mean it? If I were to run away while you are over seas, would you really try and come after me still? Or would you forget all about me, the day you see your friends?

I love you. I know it hasn’t been long, but those words seem so very right when they are said to you. I just hope that you can back up these words you are telling me.

I only ask that if you do leave, that you please just say goodbye before you go.

I Don't Want To Find You....

Trust me. If I wanted to read your stuff, I would. But I don’t. Because I don’t want to. But I want to be able to let the crap out too. This is the only place I know of. If it is such a big deal, I will delete it and just keep it all bottled up inside again. I thought you wanted me to get rid of this stuff instead of keeping it inside. This is my way of doing that. But I guess I’m not allowed to since it’s just one more thing I do that you don’t like.

We are drifting further and further apart with each passing day. I used to could tell you anything and you would never tell a soul. That’s not the case now. You don’t like the things I do. I keep doing more and more things to make you angry. But you think everything is still ok. But it’s not. We are falling apart, and there seems to be no way we can fix this.

I don’t want to know what you are thinking. I wish you wouldn’t assume that I do.

Today i will be certified to save your life.

School. Hell in a building. Anyone who could keep me sane has come and gone.

Would you even care what you are leaving behind if you were to go back to war?