Next Wave

Vacation

2011-06-03T06:31:00.000-07:00

The school year came and went, passing me by without a parting glance. But then again so did he. After almost two years of donating almost every thought to him he gave me the closure I needed.Even with that he didn't even say goodbye, didn't look at me while walking by... Last year I skipped the last day so he wouldn't see me cry when the buses were loading, two days later he was calling begging to see me. Now things have changed, drastically. Florida is the only answer to my problems. Nine days of sand, sun, and hot guys... Party anyone?

2011-04-30T19:53:00.000-07:00

He said that it was all a mistake. He said it was all a bad dream. Now there is nothing, no language, no eye contact, no existence. There is a giant barrier that has formed and it has a thousand tiny pin pricks all over it. Each one more painful to me than the last. But what hurts the most is that it's all my fault because I was afraid. And the worst part is, I won't give up. No matter how hard he tries to get away from me I still won't stop. I want to fix it I want to put concrete over the water leak. To finally make things better, forever.

The End

2011-03-30T17:26:00.000-07:00

In school they give us the correct format for stories, the way they are supposed to be. But what if the climax of the story doesn't work out? What if the resolution screws up the entire story? I don't understand why there are guidelines for fiction? Has the freedom of speech's line been crossed? The teachers say it is a better learning process, but in reality is it a taking away of rights???

Confusion

2011-03-29T17:54:00.000-07:00

A few months ago I was told to write a poem on the emotion I felt most often. I thought about how I feel about everything and I came up with Confusion. I was wrong that's not the feeling I feel all of the time. If lost could be an emotion then I would have that mastered, but no. I write a horrible poem about the blurred lines of reality. In all I realized I was lying to myself, that's not who I am. I hate how I put on a front for everyone else. Maybe honesty is the best policy.

3/24/2011

2011-03-24T18:06:00.000-07:00

On this day I made two important decisions. One, to start a blog because no one else seems to care about how I feel or think. And two, to get over the things that I cannot change. I wish I could sugar coat this for the sake of happiness but I can't. Knowing somethings is pure torture, when they say ignorance is bliss they weren't lying. For once I wish I could be more normal and not be so self centered or self concious. But through the wonders of the internet I can finally be that pretty girl, and that is exactly what i plan to do.