This is not even an actual poem, so why I am posting it in my LiveJournal?
It clearly does not make any sense.What this technically is supposed to be, is what I would tell people if they asked me what I'm up to. But they didn't ask, and I forgot to tell them when I was writing them letters they're too busy to read.
Sigh, oh well, I won't give up so soon, because it's love, right? Or something? Can't I convince myself of this anymore? Oh I am sure I can.
So this is the update on my life no one cares enough to read.
Tomorrow I am playing midnight Ultimate with my math class. I am so excited. I love my after school math class. It is so much fun. It is so dorky.
I need to volunteer more so I can get into a good college. Like Reed, possibly. I'm disappointed at how unintelligent that girl (from the one college) was. I keep changing what I think it is I know I want.
Also, I can't stand that other girl with the greasy hair and the smelly body stealing everything I like. I want to write stories about my day to day life and Clif bars. I want someone to want to read them. I can't believe she's better than me.
And my ex best friend is still a bitch. I know she is. Why is she everyone's new old favorite. I would do anything to be liked more than her.
Now I'm very tired. I need to sleep, but I like listening to computer music. I like urban warfare and anarchy. I like people who are accepting, and not people who can't stand gauged ears.
I miss camp. So fucking unbelievably much.
