so this is totally my last entry.
xanga, you fucking suck.
2years ago was when i first got one of these things. xanga was the one escape from the judgemental eyes that follow me everywhere. now, apparently, everyone and their freakin brother has one of these stupid things. the place that used to be somewhere to meet really cool people just like you, has turned into this super cliche, super lame site.
Bah xanga. Piss on you. However, I love all you guys. My friends on here that read my site religiously and that I have grown to love. Thanks. You guys rock.
ill end with a song i recently wrote. emo emo emo i know.
FIGURINE SEVENTEEN
I was once a girl
Afraid of boys like you
Who would touch me and make me feel
Who would look inside,
Not like what they find
Kiss me, then leave me behind.
I always knew
That my mother was right
When she told me to settle down
“You’ll never find love, til you stop looking around”
Then she held me all through the night
I was porcelain, I was frail
Figurine Seventeen
But I put on my makeup
And I put on my heels
Ignored her and walked out the door.
I rolled my eyes, got in my car
Drove all night, but didn’t get far
I turned up my music and turned up my charm,
And stayed out till I thought I found love
You wooed me with your boyish charm
You kissed me hard in the rain
You treated me fair
You listened well
You stayed cooped up in your shell
You put my emotions through hell
I was porcelain, I was frail
Figurine Seventeen
I laid it right down
In front of your brown eyes
So you could look and see the real me
But your newborn eyes
Were too naïve to see
That there was a change going on inside me
I put it all out on the table for you
Hoping that you would open up too
I tried and tried and I looked in your eyes
Looking for the words I love you
But your body said things your heart didn’t mean
As an impassive boy of only nineteen
I was porcelain, I was frail
Figurine Seventeen
I was porcelain, I was frail
Figurine Seventeen
I was porcelain, I was frail
Figurine Seventeen
Porcelain (ceramic)
Frail (easily broken)
Figurine. Seventeen.
Figurine. Seventeen.
lotta ex and whole lotta oh's...
.karen.
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damn. It is like....I don't know, fucking march of 05 now. Its amazing how much my life has changed. I just stopped by to check it out. That is the worst poem ever. Oh my God. I really should just inject lethal poisen into my skull.
That boy I wrote that about, ha. What a keeper. Sike. Ive gone through another shitty boyfriend since then. I really just keep attracting them I guess.
If you want to see something super funny, check out my first xanga. Username is FutchFutch. Thats some funny shit right there.
Maybe I'll update this thing if someone dies or some shit like that. Otherwise, this site is possibly the most pathetic thing other than myturf.
Oh and to Providence. A warm Fuck You. All you lame ass 9th and 10th graders, get a life. You aren't cool at all really. Hugs and kisses.
To the IV: I love you girls. |