And so she was bore;

Turning Away --

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 09:33:04 GMT

If it's not easy to see,
Even though it should be,
I need to escape reality.

Can't you tell?
Can't you see?
I suppose I'm
Just
Attention-seeking.

It's all falling apart,
And I don't know how to start
To fix it.

I'm lost, and confused and mentally bruised.
I'm running circles, I want to be perfect.
There's no such word, well there is -
But that honours needs to be earned.
Those who don't want it, they deserve it.

I'm running away, I've given up today,
I'm getting away, I'm sorry, I can't stay.
If what we really need is happiness,
Then yeah, I'm gone. Farewell, peace.

I'm not sleeping anymore,
I've got less feeling than before,
I don't think it's pure, my innercore.

Will you let me run?
I've already begun,
I figure when I'm gone,
You'll be over it
In time.

So can I go?
Say yes, say no?
Tell me? So I know?

-_-;

I. Write. Poems.

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 09:30:52 GMT

I write poems, that's just what I do.
Don't ask questions, they don't affect you.
I don't write poems detailing your name,
And I wouldn't, if to you it's all the same.

I write peoms, I have a certain need,
I write poems because it helps me breathe.
It's not much of a secret,
And if it was,
I wouldn't expect you to keep it.

What's wrong with expressing your feelings
In a mordern way, with what I would say,
A somewhat passionate sway.

Steve Irwin dies, the world of MSN gets infested with turtles. I mean, wtf?

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 11:51:13 GMT

Oh thank GOD. That's rain I hear.

That's rain I hear,
The sound makes it quite clear.
That's rain I hear,
People are running home in
Drenched jacket fear.
That's rain I hear,
Makes me feel so much better.

I'm happy now, because that's rain I hear.
Dear rain, don't go away, come here,
come here to stay.

Who cares if those people don't like you,
Who cares if people run from you despite
The fact we need you.

Dear rain, now that you're here
It makes it not so bad, and my
Visions are clear.

Thank you rain, you make me sane.
Thank you rain, you're better than self-inflicted pain.

Depressed students everywhere,
I'm laughing because I don't care.
Depressed students everywhere,
Now it's my turn to point and stare.
Depressed students everywhere,
I am laughing in their nightmare.
Depressed students everywhere,
Finally they know what I used to go through,
Crying for lack of a better thing to do.
I'm so happy because they're sad,
It's about time, and no I won't feel bad.

Somebody kill it -->

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 11:55:30 GMT

I've come to the conclusion that life is simply not fair. If it were, I'd not have received the home economixs teacher I did. Whom in which OBVIOUSLY has favourites.
   Is it not favourtism when your teacher talks in her actual language with another student who speaks it aswel. Little does she know that I can speak that language basically too, and they're just bagging everyone else. How deluded is that?
   If we're such a bad class, maybe she should quit.
She also informed us that she has the highest fail rate in HCSC. What sort of hope does that give?

And as for certain 'friends'. Eff you, you effing effer. Not even I end up being so insensitve, but you, of course, have to be the exception. I'm sick to death of morons like you. Not wasting anymore time on you. In fact, I'm through with even knowing you.

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore, I was going with it. That was working well, but everything's just falling apart now.
And every single thing I try to do that is right for me, is wrong. I keep having the urge to inspire people but when I try, I can't word it right.

Poem thing, heh -->
When I close my eyes
I can escape reality,
It feels so nice.

When I close my eyes,
I can breathe again,
And then I open them, and
It goes back to the same.

When I close my eyes,
I have no responsibilty
I'll soon re-open them,
And strike back to reality.

9:11... remind you of something?

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 11:32:49 GMT

It does me.

So I finished my Japanese assignment now, I feel slightly better. Just overly deprived of sleep. Sure, sleep; who needs it, right?
The answer is me. Up at 7:30AM doing homework, gone out by 11 with Dad. Home in time for Mother dear and one of her extreme stress-outs. More homework. More frustrated time for Mother.
School tomorrow. Life is fantastic. AND I LOST THAT DAMN SHEET, for home eco. The one I need to do the assignment, consider me dead. C/o our home eco teacher. I won't say her name, but I will warn you to avoid confrontation, and avoid chopsticks.
   It's crazy with that woman. She's usually very frustrated and impatient, ready to scream and whatnot. Othertimes she'll try to make my class actually feel something; sympathy of all things. Nice try, but we're the children of the 21st century, we feel no feelings unless they involve us.
   That sounds harsh, but welcome to reality. It doesn't get much better. I have sore arms, and I'm terrified of what's to happen with my corpse after the home eco lady is done with me.
   I'm tired, and my hair won't get out of my face. I'm lost, my eyes are sore; and yet, all I want to do is write a poem. Of course that's not going to happen, because I can't think of anything else but the homework I haven't done. It's a great start to the week, really.
   There is nothing I can do now. I'm more or less a lifeless body, I couldn't concentrate if I wanted to, and I don't want to, which doesn't help.
   I feel like I consumed too much water. Beyond the point where I feel like being sick. I haven't had enough food, and I've done too much exercise.
   I know I complain a lot, but get used to it. =P. You don't have to read it, I personally would, if it were someone else's, but only because I like laughing at other people's pain. It's sadism, I don't think it's a sin. It's just considered wrong.
   Ahhk, I'm going. I'm about to faint. I need to sleep.

Do we all need some body to lean on?

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 09:12:21 GMT

Yes, yes we do.

Hello there,
Welcome to my LJ. I'm getting caught up in the craze, it's evident. Don't tell me you can't tell.
But this was only to be expected really; I mean, I have homework I SHOULD be doing. So why would I not be then here?
Because I'm a rebel. Or, in the words of my so very philosophical maths teacher, I am not a rebel. I am a try-hard, he knows rebels, and not a single soul in my class would pass as a rebel.

It's not like I have much homework, I know I don't. I've almost completed all my homework. The amount of work being put into all this work is beyond the point of ridiculousness. Except today, today I couldn't be bothered. But give me a break, I got up at 7:30am, just so I could do homework before I had to go out for Father's day with my Dad. Thanks to those efforts, I've almost completed my Japanese assignment, so give me a hell yeah!
   Not that is really matters what grade I get for this subject, we can't do it next year anyways, there are apparently limited Japanese speaking teachers. It's sad when you think about it though, I've learnt Japanese for about 10 years. I know nothing but that. I don't want to learn Italian, I despise Italian. I wanted a second language behind my back though, because the 'superior' people informed that I would be at an advantage due to this.
   I really don't know what to do, I feel so apathetic. I really need to do this homework, but it's so mundane. I am beyond mundane. Death to mundane. *Sighs in apathy*.
   So what do I do? 'Do the homework,' the determined side of me says, but I have this incredible empowerment from another half. 'Don't do the work, it's too easy. Procrastinate instead'.

...Well, I'd better go do it, no matter how tortured I feel.

--> TSOL,
Ty. //