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In AP Art today, where I have a 100, I finished the eyes in charcoal of this self portrait I’m doing, I’m so happy with it! Look at this! Do you see it? Mom? Mom, look at what I did, I’m proud of it. What do you think mom? I thought it was pretty great, I mean, it’s a work in progress, it’s not done. I guess you can say it needs work? There’s a few spots that bother me, but I thought it was fantastic. Alright mom, well, I’ll just show you when it’s done I guess. Sorry for bothering you mother. I’ll leave you alone now.

…nothing to do but frolic in the nature we were once swallowed by…

Bottom of the bottle…

-Grieves

I’ve always been my own crutch, now the handle is splintering and the leg is splitting. I’m so scared of the fall, I know if I do I won’t get up. This grip is impossible.

What drives me to hold on like this, why can’t I understand my own desperation? What is it about people that allows such an unrealistic task to become possible. Or so I hope.

Alone

We work and work in hopes of the chance of getting a good job where we can work even more. Life is a lost definition to the scripts of the big screen. We’re to busy to even ask someone save me and we’re to busy to hear the rare pleas that whimper from the damned. A sinking ship amongst sharks with the victims tied to the mast.

Would you please stop stabbing me cuz it hurts too much to bleed. It’s one thing from my wrist, but you’re slicing me at the knees. With your dirty hands you bury me. The dirt suffocates my lungs, I drowned of any breath to breathe and you’re calling crazy “love”. I know you’re reading this, I know it drives you mad, It was my plan little miss, stop treating me so bad. Cuz I’m through with it, I’m just all dead and gone, and you’re holding the bloody blade tightly against your thumb. Clean up your fucking mess and get on with your life. Take Clorox to the stains and move on from all your strife. No need to confess when the jury all takes your side and ignore the haunting voices in your head that are mine. Just ignore how they echo, bouncing through the hollow, ignore my screams of sorrow and put silence to tomorrow. — Ha, yeah right bitch, good luck. I said I’m dead and gone, I no longer give a fuck. See what you don’t understand is that I always still cared, I know what love is and have always been so scared. But you never listened, saying the way I act is so fucked up. No, what’s fucked up is making up all this shit, tell me when did I ever laugh? I never made a joke of this. — Now grow up from pretentious, learn to comprehend, understanding is the key and you’re locked up from within. Go ahead and cry over this post, cry me a river and drown yourself to sleep, you killed me first and are following me but please, you’ll probably still go to heaven while I’m burning underneath.