This really isn't any good

It's just an experiment for something else entirely, but I decided to post it anyway.

Drifting Shadows

Phantoms of unknown origins

Translucent silver matter

Painted masks of faces

Treading slowly

Indefinitely

Effortlessly

In and out of moments

Drinking empty glasses

Filled to the brim

With memories

Bodiless souls

Empty coffins

Colorless minds

Lifeless lives

Pitiful

Weak

Feeble

Disgraceful

Sorry for the craziness with italics and strike-throughs in  the end. It both amused me and reflected my inner thoughts better. And that's all this is really for...or is it? Haha, oh man, I need sleep.

Good Night Sweetheart 

Hehe

I find the post below this one incredibly creepy sounding and it makes me smile. I'm bored and trying to distract myself. Just letting all you stalkers know. :D But I'm not gonna elaborate on the screaming, or the silencing of it. So, yea. Ignore me.

I silenced the screaming.

Buried Alive

Once again, no poetry, nothing new, nothing good. Sorry, I've decided to be selfish and write for myself. I feel like hell. My neck has never hurt this bad in my life, ever. I miss [you]. I can't find any solution to this. I'm at a loss, I don't know what turn to take next. And you are driving me insane. I feel tricked, played, and deceived. You built me up, broke through my walls, made me feel like I was something special. Then you took it all away. Not intentionally. I honestly doubt you even see what's going on with me, so I guess it's my fault. But still. It hurts to realize I really wasn't anything special to you. You don't see how you make me feel, or how it hurts me as well. You try, and I know you care. But not the way I thought you did. I thought maybe I was different, special, important. Guess not. Still, I doubt you won't stop being my friend. But seeing you treat them the way you treated me, saying and doing the things that made me feel like that...it hurts. I guess there isn't much else to say on that. Yea, it sucks, yea it's making me crazy. But I can't change any of it. As for the other you[s], I just don't know. I wish it was different. I miss you, I think about those days, blah blah blah every day. I made my mistakes yes, but there's so much more to it than that. Not getting into that right now. I wish I could have been happier tonight. I do feel bad for being mopey and whiney. Actually, I feel more than bad. And I am genuinely sorry for it. It was way too hard to paste a smile on today. I can usually fake it and act briefly. Then I let loose, and I remember how great things are. My mood changes and it's not fake. I know I'm lucky, I know how wonderful things are. It was just hard not to feel like shit today, but I think I have an excuse. Even if i do feel horrible for it. But seriously take all those things, throw in family drama, stress, pms, sleep-deprivation, and this neck pain making me want to cry.....I think it should be ok. I just need a couple whiny, sob sessions. Then, it'll pass. It'll come back, but that's life. I'm okay for now. Resisting {you}. I wish I didn't have too, I want to give in. But I won't. Not just yet. Hopefully, not ever. But sometimes it's so hard. Craving. Addiction. Resistance. Haha. Well. Anyway. I do feel better now. And I didn't even need a breakdown, crying session. This means, time for sleep! Yay. haha, um okay. Well anyone. Sorry to my [nonexistent] readers, for this pointlessness. Look forward to much more. It's quite beneficial to my mental well-being. Once my writer's block is gone, I'll get some poems, or something up. Anyway.
Ciao
Bonsoir
=]

Tralala

I'm bored and sleepy so I'm going to complain briefly. Ignore this. I hate stupid, immature, little boys. That discussion's over. I need to quit procrastinating. I hate change. Holy shit! When did this happen, when did I get here? My dad's irritating me. I feel too busy, I need more sleep. I want to go to France, Japan, and to this amazing creative writing program for two weeks in NYC. I can do none of these thanks to monetary problems. It's bothers me more than it seems to. On the plus side, we aren't homeless, or unemployed. And on the super plus side- I might get to start horseback riding lessons. Also, some sort of summer camp this year is an option. So that's good. Yea, life's not bad at all. I'm just blah and pms-y so I get to complain. I was gonna continue and write something meaningful, then I remembered I wanted to look up riding sessions. Much more important. :D I really hope I can. I'm so in love with it. Anyway. Peace-out lovelies.

And this is what we've come to

I've moved elsewhere. Yet, no matter where I go, choices can never be taken back. I will never lose the regret, or gain what I lost instead. I'll never allow myself to forget. Mistakes have become opportunities. It's all up to me. Still, my head is filled with....you know what? I don't feel like posting any of this up here today. It's going to stay in my head and brew awhile longer. 

And this is what we've come to

I've moved elsewhere. Yet, no matter where I go, choices can never be taken back. I will never lose the regret, or gain what I lost instead. I'll never allow myself to forget. Mistakes have become opportunities. It's all up to me. Still, my head is filled with....you know what? I don't feel like posting any of this up here today. It's going to stay in my head and brew awhile longer.