High School.

Is such a waste of time.
It's insulting, too.

The only thing you should need to learn is how to think for yourself.

Girls.

Have you heard of class?
Honestly, you disgust me.

They talk about how much they hurt,
and never do anything to change it.

I'm glad I don't believe in love,
rather I don't think it's a state of being.

No tenses, no excuses.

I want the real things, the beautiful things.

The things that I can touch, and see, and feel.

Maybe, I'm asking too much?

But, I'm just a girl. Unlike any other, but still prone to feminine ways. Sue me.

Obvious.

I don't miss you.
I miss the idea of you.
Everything you could have been,
but never will be.

I'm as open as the ocean, sometimes just as deep.

Rapist glasses.

I love shit like this.

Just a note.

I don't try to make myself sound like an idiot, it comes naturally.

Somewhere.

What if there was a land over the rainbow? Would you take me there? Would it be more beautiful than either of us had expected? Would you walk besides like we did back then, when we were together?

We were never together though, not truly. There was a moment where we were joined, not by love. It was a different emotion. I hate to admit that you are my one regret.

If you would let me, I could fall for you.

That's a lot coming from a person who stopped believing in love.

Relax.

So many things on my mind.

I could REALLY use a back massage.