six word memoirs.

well, i thought that this and postsecret were pretty different (well, not really different, but they at least deserved two separate posts) so now i'm going to totally flip the subject and talk about the six word memoirs.

http://www.smithteens.com/sixwords/

six word memoirs are stories told in six words (duh xd) but they're really quite exciting. the link i included in this post are focused on the six word memoirs of teenagers, and if you submit one which is selected, it can end up in a book.
i decided to try writing a few. here are the ones i came up with:

"My heart. Your hands. It broke."
"can't break free of his clutches."
"you didn't kiss, it did hurt."
"please tell me you hate me."

they're really fun and a way to bring your creativity and thinking up.

feel free to make an account on the site and enter some :D i highly recommend it.

postsecret.

so i have a sort of OCD thing going on with postsecret.

the sunday secrets, specifically.
(hayyy alliteration!)

but uhm, i check them as soon as i can.
i'm usually up till at least midnight (usually later...frank D:< (who is the guy who puts the postsecrets on the net))
and if i'm not at home, i will usually figure a way to get to a computer/internet access, but if that doesnt work, the moment i get home i run to my computer and type in the faithful URL.
oh, and i had postsecrets in my locker over the school year (along with pictures of Jim halpert/john krasinski and forrest kline, whom i will most likely post a fan-girlish blog about later; i'm surprised i haven't yet).

yeah, i'm kind of creepy
but uhm, i think once a week i'll post my favorite ones on my blog. so...here are my favorite secrets from 8/31.

note: the last one wasnt from the most sunday secrets, i just found it on franks myspace postsecret blog and i liked it. but it made me wish there was another girl.

i thought i should share this with you guys,

because i just rediscovered it, and it still makes me laugh...really hard.

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it honest to god tells you how many five year olds you could take in a fight.
my favorite question is 'During the fight, would you feel morally comfortable picking up a child and using him/her as a weapon to throw at other children?'


looool.

i know you still care.

silly heart, stop beating so fast,
dont fool yourself, get back to your head,
it's not your fault, he's severed connections,
you've got hormones, yeah, just redirect them.
don't blush so hard, you'll give yourself away,
your knees are weak, sit down before you sway,

don't tell me why i should stay,
you know it's better off this way,
don't whisper into my ear,
because it hurts me, brings back fear,

silly heart, stop beating so fast,
dont fool yourself, get back to your head,
it's not your fault, he's severed connections,
you've got hormones, just redirect them.
don't blush so hard, you'll give yourself away,
your knees are weak, sit down before you sway,

how come you make me act like this,
it's so unfair, such stupid bliss,
i cannot piece my thoughts together right,
maybe i'll just let you hold me one more time tonight,

silly heart, stop beating so fast,
dont fool yourself, get back to your head,
it's not your fault, he's severed connections,
you've got hormones, just redirect them.
don't blush so hard, you'll give yourself away,
your knees are weak, sit down before you sway,

no, no, can't give in now,
you've addicted me, got to find a way out,
i'm trapped inside your cage of love,
you're singing to me from above.

silly heart, stop beating so fast,
dont fool yourself, get back to your head,
it's not your fault, he's severed connections,
you've got hormones, just redirect them.
don't blush so hard, you'll give yourself away,
your knees are weak, sit down before you sway,

i will never escape.

i'm getting better at avoiding all the questions,
and all your selfish pre-determinations,
don't give me those looks,
my mind's already full,
my body's already booked,
i don't need more occupants,
so please stop asking
it just creates more havoc
and i simply cannot bear that,
cos i am simply not everlasting,
every word you've spoken
is pulling at my edges,
creating cuts i cannot see,
but you don't understand,
you're silently killing me,
so please let me go,
don't hold me so fucking close,
you've got lips, i know,
but i've got teeth, you, you dont know,
me, or anything about me,
you just know the fronts i put up,
to keep people like you out,
but somehow you jumped the wall,
got past the one you see,
to the raw bits of insanity
i try so desperately to hide,
god, i'm begging you,
stop tearing me up on the inside,
reality is no longer factual,
i need something actual,
to hold onto,
so this is my very last plea,
this is me letting go of me.

wrong

i can hear my heart hit the pavement
as i take off running, leaving it behind,
i look down and see the concrete passing,
my thoughts are flashing by,
and suddenly, you appear in my mind,
i become weak,
i cannot speak,
though i'm choking on the words.

i thought i could make it,
i was so so wrong,
i thought i wouldnt break it,
i was so so wrong.

i let go of this fantasy and
try and focus, so carefully, but,
my mind drifts and i come back to you,
what am i supposed to do?

i thought i could make it,
i was so so wrong,
i thought i wouldnt break it,
i was so so wrong.

chasing shadows...recorded on my snapvine.

i'd rather spend all my time,
chasing shadows on the wall,
knowing i've got nothing at all,
than spending one moment with you, here,
and suddenly have you disappear,

i'd rather starve,
than have a taste of eden,
i'd rather have broken eyes,
than view the stars, just before i went blind,

i'd rather spend all my time,
chasing shadows on the wall,
knowing i've got nothing at all,
than spending one moment with you, here,
and suddenly have you disappear,

i'd rather you break my heart,
than, get a start and fall back down,
i'd rather you break my heart,
than leave me hanging on a string, so close to ground.

i'd rather spend all my time,
chasing shadows on the wall,
knowing i've got nothing at all,
than spending one moment with you, here,
and suddenly have you disappear.

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bitch.


where's romeo again?

yeahyeahyeah

you know you've got it bad
when you start comparing him,
to inanimate objects,
you know he's in your head,
when you start seeing him,
everywhere you turn,

you're the billboard i fail to read,
cos i'm going way too fast,
and i always feel the need,
to back up, but i let it pass,

you know you've got it bad
when you start comparing him,
to inanimate objects,
you know he's in your head,
when you start seeing him,
everywhere you turn,

you're the song that's
scrambled in my head,
and i haven't got you down,
simply, cos i dont have a pen.

you know you've got it bad
when you start comparing him,
to inanimate objects,
you know he's in your head,
when you start seeing him,
everywhere you turn,

i'm gunna make it simple,
i'm a girl and, you're a boy,
but i'm certainly, not a toy,
so i'd really like it, if you could
just say your feelings,
and it'd make you so much easier
to me.

and your love is harmful,
yeah, your love is toxic,
you know what i'm talking about, right?
well i know that you do, because it's you,
who's playing these games with my head,

and i'll keep on waiting,
on the telephone,
knocking on your door,
even though you're not home,
it gets a bit tiring,
that i'll admit,
but babe, i'm a puzzle,
and you're the perfect fit.




this is unfinished.

you're still my star.

you are like a freaking
black hole and i'm a helpless
little spaceship,
but the only reason i went up
to the stars, was to be with you,
but then just as i was getting close,
you imploded into this black hole,
sucking up any of the life you can get,
and i don't know where i'll end up
if i give in to you, and maybe,
just maybe,
you're not doing it
on purpose but i didn't think it
would hurt this bad.

What...what's that?

What? What'd you say?
Time to make a new blog?!?!
ahhh, fck.
i guess i'll start this with a hello.
so...hello.
(:
that being said, i have officially gone into freak-out mode.
i was school shopping yesterday and it hit me that there are 13 days till school starts.
and not even like
normal school...
highschool.
where every single move of yours is watched
and one little thing could keep you from getting into a good school,
and everyone asks you what you're gunna be and where you wanna go and what you wanna do with your life.
the truth is,

I HAVE NOOOOOOOOO FUCKING IDEA.
oh, my font is so cute and small!

...
sorry.
anyways, yeah
i am just
a bit screwed, lol.
but on the bright side.........
oh, wait.
rguuuuuuuuugh.

i cant stand clothes,
all those damn inseams,
and size-too-small jeans,
i hate it when they dont have the right sizes,
but still charge those outrageous prices
and it may come as a surprise
but most humans are actually
human sized,

so wear your scrubby tees,
and forget your make up, please,
bring tubs of icecream,
this is our 'screw you' to the world,
just remember to keep your hair uncurled.

i just wrote a huge rant.
i then highlighted it
right-clicked
and chose the 'cut' option.
i then copied and pasted a stupid youtube video,
so now my insanity is lost forever in cyberspace.


it's a good feeling.

what the fuck am i supposed to do.
what do YOU expect me to do?
i'm not over him.
you know that and i know that.
why are we even trying?

this is bad.
so so so bad
i'm in a situation where i simply cannot win.
can i just not make a choice?
i'd be okay staying right here, curled up, safe, in my computer chair.
never having to move or think or breathe or do a single thing.
including make decisions.
decisions where i know someone's going to get hurt.
well, you're going to be harmed either way.
i shouldnt be so worried
i should repeat to myself all the little lies i've invented to keep me from going
absolutely positively insane
but i cant.
i cant make believe anymore because just outside of my perfect little bubble is this whole
stupid
huge
world.
and it's cold and dark and i cant recognize anyones faces.
i dont want to live in that world.
never ever ever.
i dont even want to think about it
but it's inevitable.
what do you want me to do?
do you want me to keep lying?
to keep pretending it's all okay?
i suppose i can keep doing that but one day i'm gunna have to own up to it.
i'm not worth it
you're supposed to be gone by now
please, run from me.
i'm more monster than you think,
and i dont want to hurt you.
god i dont want to hurt you.

it's much too early.

i stopped writing when i stopped loving you.

truth is, though, i've been writing more than ever.
Maybe i'll be okay.

i'm sorry.

I’m all broken
It’s not worth picking up the pieces.
I’m sorry.

I keep choking
Falling out of my place, it’s just not right.
I’m sorry.

I keep holding,
Though I know he’s already let go of me.
I’m sorry.

I keep waiting
But I’ve used up all the time I had.
I’m sorry.

I keep crying
I know I have to be strong for both of us
I’m sorry.