You Person You

Don't Read This Post Please You Particularly Peeve-Provoking Person

Okay, Maybe I Kind of Have a Temper.

maybe I Tend To freak out

Maybe I am Bad at keeping Secrets

Maybe I have trouble speaking in a five inch whisper

Maybe I am kind of awkward

Maybe I'm not a model,

Maybe I am obsessed with texting.

But maybe, just maybe

You could give me a chance.

Maybe, I can find the courage,

and Maybe, I will not punch you 

the next time I see you.

This was a good post.

just assume for a minute

This is what you feel like when you have only gotten

Four hours of sleep

Because of that wretched, wretched smoke detector

that seems to detect smoke

when there is no smoke

With or without batteries;

whether or not it is in the ceiling. 

This is what you feel like when

coach says,

"You're simply not tall enough"

And you go to tryouts feeling like
There is no possible way.

This is what you feel like

When your starving.

Ravenous.

And the lunch lady mumbles,

"Zero. Zero Dollars."

This is what you feel like 

when you open the door,

and its not him.

When you look at your phone,

and its a text from your mom.

When you see him and feel like

a complete loser because you can't think 

of anything to say; so you just smile.

This is what you feel like

when you wake up in the morning with

a big, obvious zit on your face.

You can't do anything about it

except for mope.

This is what you do when you think

you understand Physics

But you find out you are doing 

everything

completely, utterly, disasterously

wrong.

This could also possibly be what you feel like

when you drink 9 cups of hot chocolate

and are terrified to step on the scale.

This is what you feel like when you're

jobless,

moneyless, 

in debt, 

and without a clue.

This is what you feel like when your life is 

tumbling down the laundry chute

and nobody notices you

because your just a grungy old t-shirt

that is most likely too gross,

boring, 

and filthy

to even be donated to DI.

This is what I feel like.

Who are you anyways?

Its funny

The way life works, isn't it?

Its not my fault I'm crazy

and it isn't my fault that I think about you

so much.

Maybe someday, 

we'll be best friends,

But for now 

We'll stay on our separate paths.

What did I do?

What did I say?

Nothing.

Well, I'd like to say that

I said

Nothing.

But truthfully, I said

Everything.

And its all 

My fault.

As much as I hate to 

take the blame,

I'm afraid I can only give you

a small percentage of it.

I feel like I know

Who you are.

But do you know me?
Of course you do. 

I force my life into yours

Unnecessarily.

And I'm sure you hate it

and I'm sure I will continue

being a 

crazy 

raving 

lunatic.

 

I Don't.

I Don't Fit In.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Like Rap.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Like These People.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Like Doing Homework.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Like Myself.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Like Mexican Food.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Remember My Locker Combo.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Have the Courage To Talk To You.

I Try. 

I Can't.

I Don't Have Enough Energy To Do All This.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Want to Run.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Know Why I Can't Be Positive.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Know How To Be Myself.

I Try.

I Can't.

Horribly Upset

I'm horribly upset
I don't want to talk about it.
My hair is a mess.
My clothes don't fit.
I can't sing a note
because my throat is hurting
And I can't stand up
Because my muscles are burning.
The car is a loser
I'd like to beat it up
Power steering doesn't work
and the battery's a..cup.
I have a ton of homework
I don't want to read the chapter
This is really dumb
And I'm going to turn into a raptor
This boy is a freaking idiot
I'd like to slug him in the face
But that would be bad
So i'll slow down the pace
This terrible poem is over now
I know you really liked it
So I will just take a bow
And become a poetry writer for the rest of my whole dang life.

The end

Nuggets of my Brain.

Here a a few little morsels, A few Tasty Nuggets, of information and random thoughts compiled in my brain today.
It is on rare occasion that one such as you can hear the things I never say.
(I have written these things down throughout the day. So they are for reals. Genuine.)

"Did I sleep text this guy? I sleep texted him! I did!"

"I wonder how many times this lady will say Nugget"

"I can't seem to recall what life was like when the dishwasher worked."

"You know, surveys say people have their best thinking time on the toilet; I'm starting to find mine while washing the dishes"

"How many cookies can my body handle today?"

"I wonder if putting syrup on my eggs makes them really unhealthy."

"Who invented texting, anyway? Shouldn't that be in this textbook or something?"

"My feet are so cold I'm starting to forget about the spiders in my basement."

"If lightning struck and we had a blackout, would we still have to go to school tomorrow? Like, even if the stoplights didn't work?

"I can't believe iPads don't have a USB port. How does that even make sense? If I had another iPod I couldn't even plug it into my iPad to download music or charge. Hate Apple."

"Wait, does my uncle still work for Apple?"

"Reading the Bible is really breaking down my self-confidence since I' m so slow."

"I wish the power would go out every night."

"Am I allowed to be in love with a lot of different people at the same time? How does that work?"

"When I'm married, will I ever think about any other guys?"

"Hey wait a second. I'm super confused about this person."

"Does he really think I'm pretty? Well, I guess I could be pretty. I guess I'm okay. Yeah, I could be considered pretty I guess, if you looked at my face this way."

"I hope I never sweat as much as she does"

"I can play that on the piano! Hey, should we do a musical number in church? Hey, I could make a family band! We can do harmonies and everything! Wait, we don't have a soprano."

"The Lord Loves Me, Too."

"I really hope there's no pictures of me on this slideshow."

"Shoot, thats an ugly picture of me."

"I did my homework. I can't believe it."

"This is the third blessing I have received in two weeks. I am a blessed person."

"I just want another thunderstorm."

And Last, but not least:

"Who's even going to read all of these? Whoever it is must have a lot of extra time on their hands. Well, I have a lot of time..Well not really. But enough to write these down for whoever the lucky person is."

Fairytale.

Let me write you my fairytale.

Once upon a time, not too long ago, there lived a girl.  Now, she is no ordinary girl. Some might look at her and say, what an ugly creature! Get her out of our sight!
Yes.
But, this girl had many talents, too. She was a total nerd and she loved music.  Not only this, but she was a princess. A daughter of a King.  Most girls are.
Well.
One day, a charming prince knocked at her window and tempted her with his romantic words and his flattery.  At first, she was not fooled.  Many princes will do anything for a princess. Even if they do look like crap.
But, by and by, she fell in love with him.  And yes, he broke her heart.  And she didn't care.
Nearly a year went by, and after falling in love with the prince's best friend and possibly every guy in the castle, she began to realize that she was still in love with the prince. It wasn't her fault. But she thought maybe, just maybe, if the prince had loved her ugly face once, he might love it again.
So, she kept it a secret.
Mostly because she was afraid.
And she had good reason to be afraid.  After months, she finally gave in and went completely ballistic.
She sent him letter after letter, at first with his charming replies, and those replies lasted.
Then one day, they stopped.
She worried. She fretted. She hoped nothing had happened.
But, something did happen.
The prince had stopped playing his useless charade. He had never loved her. She knew when she saw him. She told herself, Don't go near him. She knew from the day he knocked at her window. She knew he would eventually forget about her and despise her face, resolving to find another princess.
And so the princess sat on her windowsill, never to be loved again.
The end.

The moral of this story is: never fall in love.