Back Here Again

I find I always write on my blog when I'm completely messed. I've been lucky lately. I've had many people to talk to and things to keep my mind occupied. But, here I am. Back again to my teenage angst filled blog posts. Now, I feel more like my old teenage self than ever.

WHAT MAKES ME A BITCHY TEEN:

1. I'm slowly building myself up to a stress induced death.
2. I'm going to cry myself a river! (I'm pretty goddamn dramatic)
3. I'm an awful human being once again.
4. I'm starting to like being alone.
5. Jumping off a bridge is looking perrrty fine!

So here's a poem. A depressing, sad, embarrassing, gay ass poem. But fuck, right now I have to talk to someone. Even the internet folk. You've always been there for me when I feel like spilling some shitty thoughts. So thank you for probably not reading my blog... because I know the kind of shit you're into... when you're googling Jessica (omg so many naked pics)!

Oh That FEEELIN'!

What AWESOME feelings that feeling brings
when you give your heart away.
But complications arise
that feeling dies.
and you're fucked and left astray.

You forget about that feeling,
it no longer has a name
and all you can remember - is what it all became.
The happiness was forced, the anger too real
and those feelings overpowered the feelings
you should feel.

So how do you know when the end is real?
Was last week, the last time
You would feel?

Is it over now, it's not clear?
Cause it sure as hell didn't end with a slamming door.
Because why should I fight for you,
if you don't want me anymore?