• Fading Regrets Thy Love Pricks Like Thorn We just finished watching Romeo and Juliet in English today. I nearly burst into tears. I was literally this close to crying. I love tragic things like that. Perfect tale of star-crossed lovers. It reminds me of MCR's Demolition Lovers It's such a beautiful story. And I love the old English they use in it. It makes everything around it so much more perfect. Current Music -->>It's Not Over;; Secondhand Serenade Not really my style of music, but I really like the song. It's really pretty. (: In other news: I WANNA GO HURL MYSELF OFF A BUILDING. This kid asked me out... and he fucking sickens me. First off, I don't date people who get in trouble with the law. Wait, I should rephrase that. I don't date people who get in trouble with the law TOO MUCH. I mean, come on, I've done some things that I'm not especially proud of.. but I mean, my god... Give it a fucking rest already. You don't need to have the cops looking for you every other day. Secondly, I don't date people who do drugs. That's DEFINATELY not my lifestyle. I couldn't live with myself if I stooped that low. I'm better than that. Third, I'm not pysically attracted to the kid at all. I'm not meaning to sound shallow. Because as much as people hate to admit it, looks do somewhat count. Its like this. If I think a guy is handsome, then thats WHAT I THINK. If he asks me out, and other people think he's ugly... then I wouldn't give two shits. But if the person isn't attractive to me, then I wouldn't date him. Jeeze. I feel like I'm giving life lessons here. Moving on... Today was a 'day of silence' thing. Standing up for gay/lesbian/bi-sexual rights. You weren't supposed to talk for the whole day or something. I was almost going to do it. But I didn't know how to get a pass to excuse me from talking in classes. So yeah. I kind of feel bad about that. I'm straight... but I DO care about these kinds of issues. So yeah. I might do it next year then. I know a lot of my friends did it. I feel proud to know them. (: MAJOR HEADLINE: I FOUND MY IPOD! After my mom hides it in one of her drawers. And oh, I found out today. She's been taking money out of my little money holder. FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC. So now I'm taking the WHOLE case over to my grandmas. Where she can't fucking touch it. Yeah, I come home and HALF of my money is just... gone. Fucking cocksucking bitch. She just sickens me. I feel lower than low to have her as a mother. Honestly, I do. And I've never felt this way before. It's like, all this time, she's just kept pushing me and pushing me and pushing me. And now;; IM ABOUT TO FALL OFF THE EDGE. I can't take it any more. I can't sit and watch her chat with 29347937 men over the internet. I can't sit knowing what her 'dates' consist of. I can't sit knowing that my little sister is alone in the same house as her. I CANT SIT KNOWING THAT SHE USES HER WEBCAM FOR ADULT PURPOSES. It may sound immature. It may sound crazy. It may sound funny to some. But it's not to me. I'm fourteen. My grades are horrendous. I have some creep kid wanting to go out with me. And I have enough stress as it is. I shouldn't have to be the mother. I swear, I'm this close to calling my sister's father, and just telling him about everything. He can go sue for custody of her. And I hope he gets her. I'm THAT driven. I'd rather see her with someone I hate, and who doesn't care about her health in ANY way... than with some fucking sex-addict. -SIGHS- I think I'm done ranting for now. I really needed to get that out. I-I... I just don't know what to do. And I think I like someone. Which ought to make this 2934793 times more fun for me. Another thing to carry on my shoulders. Heaven help me. On an extremely GOOD note; I came up with a new story to write today. And I'm VERY excited about it. I have a good title. A good description. A good plot. YAY ME. For once, something good comes along. And with that, I leave you. Lady Madeline In Her Coffin There was a time when stillness meant nothing to me. Once, silence meant lack of sound; Fall came once a year. I danced, redcheeked, each year's first snow, tongue out to taste each flake's welcome sting. I laughed, distinct from nature's cycles, A scrap of wonder, floating in a torrent of sorrow I couldn't grasp. That laugh, mouth open, sums up my past. I craved fulfillment, too shallow to know I could never be fully filled again. Till The End;; Helena

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