Chris

Guess who's back

UHGGGGGG I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKIN' GAY!!!!!!!!! 

Like I really need to cuddle with someone plutonicaly or something. And I also really wanna die, so that's fun.

Uuuuuuhhhhgggggg!!!! I am feeling super gay and depressed!  Yay!

Kill me now and hide the body in a soup and feed it to my enemies

...I don't know why, but I want to do a power point presentation on Mr. Clean.... Just watch the Superbowl commercial of him and I died laughing!

The Friends In My Head: by Carousel_11
          
          
               The friends in my head keep me company when the friends I have let me down.
          The friends in my head keep me sane, when the friends I touch ignore me.
          The friends in my head console me when the friends I talk reach out to run from me.
          The friends in my head tell me to ignore them and fall back to reality, but the friends in my head care for me, even if it's just me.
          
          I care for my self like a friend does, but that's because I have non. All the ones I thought I had, seem to have all gone mad. They don't listen and they don't care, so I just kind of sit there. They don't notice the tears in my eyes when I tell them that I'm not fine. I tell them I'm not ok, but they go one about their day anyway. Not giving me a second thought, not showing me a bit of their hearts.

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I am currently at school cooling down in the bathroom trying not to scream a anger, soul ripping, scream during class time. I want to BLOOD EAGLE some mother fuckers.

School - By: Carousel_11
          
          I want to go to school to get away from the demons in my closet and the monsters under my bed.
          I want to go to school to get away from my head. The pain is to much to bare, so all I can do is stare... Off in to the distance and hope to fly away to a place I belong. 
          The pain in my chest, it leaves me a mess, and I don't want to be near. I want to cry, I want to die, but people will be left here.
           Alone I am, alone I stand cause no one wants to listen. I know I'm a whore and I know I'm a slut. So I keep my mouth shut. 
          I don't talk about the pain they caused, or what I bloody feel. All I know is that it's too damn real. I want to cry and I want to fly, but somethings you just can't do.