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Saturday, April 14, 2007
allowed entry at 3:34 am

Another piece.
But it was written a while ago.
While I was still in denial about everything that happened.
I still am, though. I think.
It's called "Am I Nocturnal?".
haha I know, lame title.


Hello, love
I wrote this piece at 4 in the morning
While Homo sapiens are asleep
You could say I’m nocturnal
But I was just thinking about you
And how you’ve affected me

No matter how you’ve done me wrong
They still belong to you
They still remain with you
My eyes, my love, my heart

With that look, I find myself in you.
Your presence so strong
Your love so pure
My heart burns but all for the wrong reasons

I can’t simply let go nor look past
You were the best thing that happened to me
And sadly, the worst.
I can’t beg for you to love me
So now I say, goodnight




So my mum took my phone away for the second time this year.
And it's cause I got home at midnight. WTMFH?!
Is she annoying or is she annoying?
ERGH.
I don't fucking get her.
What's the point of staying at home anyways?
I waste the freaking electricity AND money by using my computer and teevee.
I get fatter at home cause I'm always finishing up food.
Basically, I become a pig while staying at home.
Right, now I'm pumped up to get to school.
I don't wanna see her face at home.
I'd rather be out exploring the goddamn world by my own fucking self without any of her help.
ANOTHER FUCKING REASON FOR ME TO GET FUCKING KNOCKED DOWN BY A FUCKING CAR AND GET INTO A FUCKING COMA FOR 6 FUCKING MONTHS.
Pull the fucking plug if you want to.

Peace Motherfuckers.