Morphing Interwebs

Hiding behind typed usernames,
internet-created persona
that no one could live up to
Undoubtedly.

Yet we doubt things
we change opinions quickly
as though we think
the person themself has changed
permanently

In reality,
things are more concrete
less surreal, changing and morphing
daily

With the drop of a word
the world can morph
into something far uglier
than meets the eye

mesquite tofu

How many times must I say never before it becomes fact to you?

"Fornicate the homework it is."
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Unsquishy Marshmallow, Smashed

It seems life is getting less nice and more stressful...there are so many things I have to do, so many things that must be accomplished. And all I want to do is have fun.

I haven't been getting very much sleep lately
I haven't been enjoying my weekends lately
I feel disconnected with people lately. I don't feel like trying to be socially acceptable anymore. It's too much work to hold up that façade, too much work to do all of these things to make people like me. It's just not worth it. No one is going to like me. I'm too....creepy. Out there. Strange. Too nice. Not pretty enough.
And it doesn't really matter that they all either think I have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, which neither are true. Let people be people. They will always talk about things they know nothing about, make up stories to explain the situations apparent. Though none of the situations I exist in are apparently apparent. Or clear. At all. There's always a hidden second side to the story that no one can see, that we have to point out, hiding beneath the layers of perceptive reality.

I promised myself that when school started up again, I'd make this blog make more sense. But it's already too personal for that. Much too personal. I can't just stop this somewhat uncensored version of my emotions and perception of my reality.
Ah well. No one cares anyways.
All of my stalkers are gone.



My, isn't that frightful.

We Shouldn't Have to Live in Fear

"I'm trying to be nice"

He says as he screams at us.

Swears at us.

This animosity is growing, unfortunately.

Yelling doesn't solve a thing.

I'M READY NOW

OKAY I'M GOOD AND MISERABLE
NOW CAN I WRITE THIS FUCKING ESSAY CORRECTLY?
OR WRITE ANYTHING AT ALL?

IS SOMETHING ACTUALLY GOING RIGHT TODAY?

Bibliophiles

Ruined

Why can't weekends just be enjoyable, be mine?
First he yells at me, ruining my optimism for the day
then they all ignore what I'm saying, don't care for
my words
now I have to cancel it
and do all this hw

I hate today

One of these days you'll be gone and I shall be satisfied

I told you this, I told you that
but, really, who gives a fuck?

Ker-smash

I'm no longer in enjoyable company.

I am nothing

melting, falling, shapeless

Still.

Yes, it was I who thought those thoughts about breaking all ties with you, but still, it hurts that lately you had such distanticity.

Is this your attempt at change? It seems inconsistant, and I can't don't like it

Though my constants are falling off the edges of planets, lately.

At least someone still loves me.

....right?

SEIZURES

Happy seizures are the best kinds of seizures.

Nothing Changes, Everything Changes

I'm still the fragile girl I was when I was young.

Magnus Bane C:

"I shall provide you with something better."

"Magnus Bane."

Did you?

"If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?"

She has closer friends and I'm not really on the high priority list