Words are Flowing Out Like Endless Rain into a Paper Cup

I hate the girls that love to hate because they're just like me.

My ARCH NEMESIS sits next to me in my one class, oh joy. It is going to be a long year. I am going back to being me. Fuck everyone who wants to change that. I am going to be that awkward quite girl that doesn't give a shit. The fact that I am turning 15 and still pathetically single is, well, pathetic-er. Is that a word? Is that even possible?

a word from the used:

"Is it worth it? Can you even hear me? Standing with you spotlight on me. Not enough to feed the hungry, I'm tired and I've felt it for a while now, in this sea of lonely. The taste of ink is getting old and its Four O'clock in the Fucking Morning Each day gets more and more like the last day."

No meaning to this post, just a good song :)