Well, this is pretty much my last day of being my favourite age, fifteen. Tomorrow I must turn sixteen =o=" I'll miss being in the more youthful age, because...I suppose, in America, people do "sweet sixteen" stuff, which I guess means you're a young woman or something! In the Philippines, we do the big celebrations at eighteen years old *O* Sooo...I'm not actually doing anything big tomorrow =u=! I'm going to spend time with my friends at my house. I'm kind of nervous because I rarely have birthday parties. Every year, I travel for my birthday. Usually to an amusement park or out of the country. Once it was Disneyland (which I would gladly d
Inside a silent room my weather like heart stopped by grew-up-a-screw-up, literature
Literature
Inside a silent room my weather like heart stopped
The fever in my bones
Is restless and my breaths
are raspy and ragged
As my lungs fold in upon themselves
Inhale. Exhale. Repeat
You ask me how I am
The rock pool blue of your eyes
Glance at the sleeves in which I have buried my heart
Knuckles folded deep into my thighs
My fucking hands always give it away
I grasp for a rope and am met with blurring synapses
Trauma settling itself into my collar bones
I tell you how last night I was contemplating Greek mythology
While caught between a rock and a bottle of Paxil
I think I saw heaven hiding behind my alarm clock
It turned out to be the afterglow of street lights instead
Nineteen stars away from being road kill by grew-up-a-screw-up, literature
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Nineteen stars away from being road kill
The taste of your formaldehyde kiss won’t leave my lungs
No matter how many times I've tried to turn a blind eye
You seem to linger in the crook of my neck
And at the curve of my hips
I don’t know whether to be glad or to cry
At the fact that your fingertips have left deep grooves in my waist
Even though your footsteps
no longer leave imprints on my front yard
Or on the pavement
Rather you lie beneath the earth
Asleep waiting for a kiss that won’t ever wake you up
I think I can hear the stars cry with me sometimes
When I’m left alone on the flaking swing sets in our favourite park
Drunk and alone wearing your old
Since I'm so attached to people sometimes... by LovelyDearyYou, journal
Since I'm so attached to people sometimes...
Once upon a time in Freshman year, I had this class where there was this boy. He was two grades higher than most of the people in the class, and almost nobody liked him. He picked on people, he managed to get some people in trouble with his persistent chatting...even the teacher would roll her eyes and sigh because of him.
I can't very well remember what happened, really. I just know that I did what I usually do and tried to be friendly...and somehow we started this silly practice that was just between the two of us.
You see, I had these special "notes" that my sister bought for me once on my birthday titled "Pep Talk" which is really just
It's Okay To Like Somebody!! by LovelyDearyYou, journal
It's Okay To Like Somebody!!
Today I had a dash of wonderful!
It started at the end of Drama class! I was standing kind of alone during that time period in class where people just congregate and chat before the bell rings. Then the fellow who I continually talk about here on my journal entries came up to me! The first thing he asked me was, "Are you cold?" And I then I awkwardly didn't comprehend what he was asking me at first. Then I realized he was asking that because I was wearing shorts *O* Then I said something like, "No? Oh, yeah...? Kind of. I mean, no! No. I am not. Cold." I seriously do not even know why I could not answer a simple question. I'm just awkward so
Ahhh...Drama class, no...
I'm sad for myself and my drama class. Honestly, it's filled with a variety of people...but the wrong variety. Here's the types we have in the mix:
1. "Oh, I'm not actually in to Drama...I just needed a VAPA class to graduate"-->Just focuses on getting the grade, and doesn't really have fun in doing so.
2. "I just took it because I thought it would be an easy elective..."-->Talks whenever we're supposed to be doing in-class work, never separates from their phone, complains about everything we have to do, thinks what we do is stupid.
3. People who think the only way to be funny is by making sexual jokes, racist jo
Recently, I was lighting candles in my room. When I finished lighting all of them, I stopped to look at them, and then I caught something out of the corner of my eye...Something was in one of the candle containers, crawling out. My eyes widened at the sight, and I hoped it wasn't what I thought it was. I stepped back hastily with caution, and stared, alarmed. It was a *pider!! ;___; I stepped back even more, and then eventually ran out of my room. I yelled, "Sisters!!" and then eventually ran downstairs to find them. My little sister came upstairs, and I asked her if it was anywhere in sight, or if it had burned in the candle jar (Ew.) She to
Fire-Breathing Mother *A*! by LovelyDearyYou, journal
Fire-Breathing Mother *A*!
Oh my!! My mother's birthday is tomorrow, and once she woke up after her after-work-slumber, she started getting all mad *O* The only reason she ever gets mad is because the house is clean, and I guess I understand because her friends are coming over tomorrow *O*
So my sisters and I tried to clean up the household together, while my mom was vigorously cleaning up the backyard (The party is indoors though...==") MY DAD. OH MY GOSH. MY DAD. Since my mom was outside and couldn't hear, he kept being a dork, and going like "SCARRRYY!!" while looking at my mom and making weird voices and weird faces. "SCARRY!! SCCAARRRY!"
Hahahaha! =v= When my m
I'm Gonna Live on the Moon by LovelyDearyYou, literature
Literature
I'm Gonna Live on the Moon
I’m gonna live on the moon where it’s nice and empty
I’m gonna take a rocket ship and bring everyone with me
And we will be happy
Yes, we will be happy
And what a wonderful life we’ll see!
On the moon there can’t be a single war
On the moon you’re not allowed to break anybody’s hearts
We’ll all just start to stray away from the hate
Oh, I’ll love living on the moon
There on the moon you never have to feel all lonely every-
where on the moon you’re loved and always have somebody
to be there when you need them
to care when you need them
It’s such a wonderful life we’ll se
Snow White Syndrome by grew-up-a-screw-up, literature
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Snow White Syndrome
I seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeat
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s