@Anixo_Alana
Hey…’ronicaaaa
Ew…you have a left hand, use it.
Don’t to talk them like that! You’re hurt their feelings
I wanted someone strong who could protect me.
I let his anger fester and infect me.
You wait just a minute, Paul! It is ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place our boys could not live in!
They were not dirty!
They were not wrong!
I am damaged, far too damaged
But you’re not beyond repair.
Think, long and hard. Conjure her up in your mind.
What would she say?
Wh-What’s her statement to a cold, uncaring planet?
Believe it or not, I knew about fear. I knew the way loneliness stung.
I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes.
I learned how to kiss boys with my tongue.
But oh, the world, it held me down.
Uh—it weighed like a concrete prom queen crown
Why when you see boys fight
It feels so wrong but…feels so right
I shouldn’t be watching this crap, that’s not who I am, but with this kid…
Day-amn.
September 1st, 1989. Dear diary.
The demon queen of highschool; has decreed it.
She says Monday, 8:00am I will be deleted
Are we going to have a problem? You’ve got a bone to pick?
You’ve come so far, why now are pulling on my DICK?
I’d normally slap your face off
And everyone here could watch!
But I’m feeling nice, here’s some advice, listen up, biatch!
dad says act our age
you heard the man, it’s time to rage!