How I despise many things.

Things I Hate (With A passion):

1. Moths.
2. The color pink.
3. The smell of egg.
4. Mistakes.
5. Homework.
6. The flu.
7. PMS.
8. When people say "what?" and then I'd have to repeat myself.
9. When my sister pokes.
10. Drugs.
11. People who think South Africans have lions for pets and go to school in jungles.
12.  Disappointment (both ways.) 

What starts, never stops.

I'm the beginning
of the end,


with my deathly fires that burns light into space, and chains with locks that ties along my
world with a satisfying 
      click. 
I'd be stuck with you and breathe with you at the end of the beginning

with memories that pass and thunderous 

         shudders that 

shake my being.

And when I end with no more beginnings I'd drag a knife down my chest, between my 
          ribs and explode with the air and happiness,
and I'd rest in solitude and peace when 


I'd start over, with You. 

At the beginning with no 


endings.
  

I had no idea birds make that sound.

I have signed up for . . .


TWITTER. Yeah. Thats all. Have a nice Sunday.

Ordinary words.

It's getting colder as the days pass. School is starting wednesday and I hope - from now on and forever - things change and I'll change. I hope I achieve things I never thought of achieving and live life to the fullest with people I love and the people that begin to love me.  

"I'd rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are, because a could be is a maybe who is reaching for a star. I'd rather be a has been than a might have been by far, for a might  have been had never been but has was once an are."

I start laughing more when you start laughing. Ha.

"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars. I could really use a wish right now."