February 2011
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Things are going back downhill. I hate hills. I can’t hold myself together when it really matters. I am an 18 year old who trips on his own feet, and rolls down the hill causing him to lose anything valuable in his pockets. I fucking hate hills.
January 2011
32 posts
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whats going on?
I wish you would tell me.
I am putting in. I am reaching out. Yet nothing is changing. Backwards, backwards, backwards. I want to go forward, forward, forward! I wish I could lengthen the day. Then there would be time, time, time. Lets hope I don’t bury myself.
“Can I hold your hand
when your heart feels so weary
and the tears won’t stop?”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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I watched you change You watched me do the same And I saw your change, but I’ll never let my hate do the same
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What did I do the last four years? I am not saying I am smart, My grades show other wise. But I am better than this. I have been under-challenged. There is no challenge in understanding much of what I already know. Repetitive, repetitive, repetitive. I went the easy road. I didn’t want to walk up hills and mountains. So I took the easy road. School is boring for the mind when you take the...
“There is no such thing as being non-political. Just by making a decision to stay...”
–
Joan Kirner at the Women into Power conference, Adelaide (1994)
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teenage angst is a funny thing
This isn’t time wasted.
At the risk of sounding whiny.
I am afraid I have already lost.
