Shiver.

In my world,
The ocean's in the sky
And the sky's in this puddle.
I can dive right in
And fly!
...
And fall,
Back down,
Into formation.

Pluggy - Cheer Up, Emo Kid.

If it cheers me up, does that make me emo? <--- linky (idk if you can see it..)

MATURE CONTENT WARNING:
two curses you hear daily!

If it's sunday, it means I was very drunk last night.

All my friends have mastered the art of taking independent clauses out of context and rearranging them to have a more sexual meaning in a matter of seconds.
And I can't get a date for Saturday night.

Cause of death: protest.

Every time I'm about to type something,
I almost immediately reread and delete it.
I wonder why I even bother writing.
But then I recall someone told me too.
No matter.
They are much larger. They are much stronger. They have the semi-automatic pistol poised just above my spine.
But I have words.


HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! HEL


*bang*

Obsessive, compulsive hatred.

Almost every day coming out of fourth period chemistry, Alyssa has some fantastical story about how everyone in that period just goofed off and poked each other and fought and laughed till they cried and it just makes me burn inside because I'm so furious with envy that all I can do is implode upon myself and hope nothing escapes. I've caught myself letting it out though in these little unintentionally passive-aggressive tangents that seem to drag through the first ten minutes of lunch and I hate to admit that I'm that small and selfish but I am. It has to be the only thing that makes me really feel left out.
Then, without a word, she grasps my hand and I exhale the wreckage of the destruction inside, left only feeling guilty and ashamed, but forgiven.

Just another good vibration.

Today, I was really excited to bring my guitar home from school. I've been torturing myself about leaving it, because I really wanted to play it last weekend. I didn't even care about playing well I just wanted to play and mess around. So, when I got it home and I did all my work, I ran up to my room but I seemed to have misplaced my tuner and I haven't the slightest clue as to where my picks are (Evan, I think you have my 'white stripes' one but I'm not sure. It's okay if you've lost it, I just would really like to know). Anyway, I tried playing while avoiding the un-tuned strings but, eventually, it just became too much for me. So, I rest my head on the headstock and tap random notes to the beat of this song. I believe it was The Man Who Sold the World by David Bowie, but that's beside the point.
I like to chew on things while I think and before I had just been gritting my teeth but then I began to chew on the headstock. Now the vibrations that came from the strings up the neck of the guitar, through the headstock, and into my mouth were euphoric. I could feel them reverberating off the back of my mouth, no through it, to the back of my skull and it was like my brain could feel the music, the random, chopped-up notes on un-tuned strings. It was truly one of the strangest things I had ever felt.

Close your eyes and see the skies are fallin'.

The other night I dreamed I was at a Chuck E. Cheese's playing House of the Dead 4, but the dream's not the important part. When I "woke up," I was staring at my speed bag in the corner and, standing on top of it was Optimus Prime waving at me. I tried wiping my eyes clear, but it took all my strength just to keep them open because I wasn't supposed to wake up then. Still, the sight was so disturbing that I was compelled to keep blinking my eyes slowly open. Eventually, I was able to pry them open, but I wasn't looking anywhere my speed bag, I was lying on my side, facing my dresser. I looked back toward the speed bag on my wall; no Optimus Prime, just same old Krusty the Clown.

I've thought about it this and if we do own some kind of Optimus Prime doll it would have to be downstairs locked in a box in the closet. Only it couln't have even been in the house because my parents were supposed to take all those toys and sell them that day. I don't know, it was just weird I guess. Not the weirdest thing to happen though. My nephew's seen spirits wandering in the hallways and I myself saw a sketch of some cave painting of a squirrel on a piece of paper. That too vanished after I fully opened my eyes. I guess I'll never catch them. I'll just have to make an effort not to sleep too long.

P.S. Does anyone know how to indent the paragraphs on here? :[