Brought to you by the letter Caitlin:

what the heck -incert interobang-
i hate you
I dont know you
I want you
Idespise you
its all love/hate
and isnt it great
when you give it all
to be put down
and the hate sufficates the love
the love of lefe
*life
can you read my heart
can you read my mind
I can read yours...and No t
*it
im gonna write you a parchemnt
with a quil
dipped in a bottle of blood
that poured from my heart....
that one day

I'm worried about that girl.
You know what's real nice? when people you havent seen in months invite you over to their house, so you give them their birthday present and then they ignore you the whole time you're there, and they talk online, until finally you're like, "I gotta go, Ive got homework," and really you just come home to work on your blog, and they don't even say thanks for the present (a ring that gets stuck on thire finger and cuts off their circulation) or hug you (granted I dont like it, but she wansnt even grateful) when you write them a really nice, deep card b/c you know they've been having a bad life these last few months. That was a really long run-on sentance. But its still not cool.
You know whats real cool? When you go to this play for drama, and everything about it is so bad its funny, like the actors forgetting thier lines and the music being wierd and the set being a piece of painted plywood (except the costumes are good) but then you go for intermission and walk back in and sit down and the place smells like weed, probably from the creepy ghetto public school kids that stared at you funny because you were all wearing perfectly matching uniforms. I hate that.

Tired, and I really do have homework.

Yo ho
Yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me