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."

Sometimes the thoughts in my head get bored and go for a stroll through my mouth. This is rarely a good thing.

Guess what's today?

Its WORLD CUP DAY.


Yes. Now be quiet 'cause Im trying to sleep. Crazy fools.

Destination desperation.

"Thought he could see the future
Never thought he'd be a user
Grey brown eyes see lime blue skies."

My definition.

Butterflies full of tinker dust passes our heads 
when the world sinks 
to the 
bottom 
with a thud that scares birds from trees 
and imagination that makes the sky pink. 


Reality is what makes those holes in the ground 
while hope gives us wind and a parachute.  
Courage is what holds your baby and fear 
is what ties your dog with a leash.  


Beliefs are what makes us stronger 
while it can also turn us into the Hulk, 
and love is when we feel that warmth the sun brings as it rises and vanishes everything else except your hand and mine.

Damn my imagination.

Instead of listening in class I draw funky people with a friend. Here's another drawing.

The place where I can return.

I know you're the person I can return to because when Im thinking of you, you're thinking of me too.

Throw a peace sign and say Hey pimp daddy!

Forehead.

My forehead will kill all my future boyfriends. 

You can be what ever you want to be.

The weird kangaroo and the funky skunk.

Mothers day.

I hope that we, as your daughters, will make you happy and will take care of you till your very last breath.

Busy schedule.

Last night I went to my cousins fashion show. She looked really nice. I screamed for her.


Today Im going to the movies with my super cool friend, Fatima obviously, and Im planning on makin' her eat McDs.


Later tonight Im gonna go to my other long lost friend, Laylaa (I'll tell you about her some other time), 'cause its her grade 10 Ball and Im gonna take pictures of her and make feel wonderful.


Wish me good luck to make this eventful day happen. Peace out.

Teachers.

My teacher just kills all my knowledge of mathematics. She teaches so slow. She's like a snail.


I wish I could step on her.

Take it in.

"Great minds talk about ideas. Small minds talk about people."