Juat because I am no longer crazy

Just because I am no longer crazy, that doesn't mean I am not crazy.

The thing is...

although I totally agree that it is not a rejection or reflection on you if someone doesn't like you, I can't help but like him.

Why is it odd

Why is it odd that I like someone? And why does anyone but me really care? Why the questions? What does it matter? All it proves is that I have real blood pumping through my veins. That despite my best efforts at proving otherwise, I am a real girl... like Pinocchio at the end. That despite my best deadpanning act I do actually have emotion and feel things like other people do. Was that really such a surprise?

well now, aint that freakin' interestin'?

Felt nothing for you after such a long time of longing... I like him more

like me like me

he likes me, but does he like me like me, like I like him? Else, I am living it up in the friendzone. Heey, go me!

is very confused...

...by all of it.
And my mother does not help, either.
Time to play Super Mario instead.

Yeah

I totally agree with all that you say, except what I disagree with.

Just because you might not like me, it doesn't mean I can't think about you.

I heart you, but not you and you and you

I have no right to be as choosy as I am I have too much respect for myself to be less choosy

Who's the blonde chick?

she's your SISTER. Thank God!

Hide all posts by "friend"?

Hidden you and you and you... The coward's way of defriending people on Facebook

The scar on my arm

The other day a 'new' person asked me about the scar on my arm. I told him I couldn't remember how I got it. I need a better story.

I am HAPPY

This happiness is a dangerous emotion This peak is too high Thus, the low, when it comes, and it will come, Will feel like the cold ocean Ripping the breath from my lungs. Again.

A poem

For this, and the ceasing of the wind, for the dark, And the sky's gift, the steady rain. To one another, our bodies' happiness. How in an afterlife we should hunger, thirst, And walk the many mansions of our Father's house, Either grieving for this or lying, quiet. Therefore, give us oblivion.

I think it funny that you are always trying to take my friends. Have them. The ones I have that are worth having are not that easily persuaded. The others? You may help yourself. Just remember, it isn't them. It's you. It isn't me. It's you.

I don't know why,
But I think I like you Fry.
You make me sigh...

I stared into the abyss and got back nothing. I stared into the mirror and got back nothing. I stared into my heart and got back nothing.

Changes have forced my hand,
Junk pours from my mind.
Pain courses through my numbed leg,
Sitting too long, atrophy.