Slipping on Ice.

Sorry I haven't put up any sort of background, I'm to lazy and it's just to late. Vacation's almost over, but going to school makes me feel like I'm actually doing something in my life. I use way to many commas when I type lately. Ever since New Year's things have just been suck. Dramalamalama. I don't even know half of the secrets hidden from me.
Time's ticking by to fast and I can't keep up. 2009. I remember being in 5th grade dreaming about how far away that would be, and look at the time.
I feel so alone in this room, this house. If I ever trip up once, I know some of my friends might leave me and never come back, this week has made me realize some true ones. It makes me feel disgusting and impure, like there's nothing more for me to offer. I'm desperate for love, it's ridiculous. I want my prince, I want him to hold me and love me no matter what happens.

Here's a little bit I wrote.

I stare down at my feet once again, because that’s what I always do. My feet never fit into shoes, ever. With flats my heels are always dragging, or strangled to death. Don’t even get to boots. I’ve had enough twisted ankles in my day.

“She’s the black sheep in the family.” Yeah, I know.

“Why is she so quiet?” I wish I could scream at the top of my lungs.

Thousands of words ready to be released into the world, but they never come. I’ll sit in silence again.


Em and I are going to the concert tommorow. I love shows, but it gives me a senseless, almost embarassing feeling. No one I've ever gone to see has even been the least bit thankful. It makes me feel like shit. Hopefully February will be a good experience.

I miss my hospital girls. They could relate to me in ways no one ever could.

xoKelly