I miss you. I miss the idea of you. I miss your voice calling my name. I miss you taking my hand when you need reassurance. I miss you taking care of me. I miss your look of playfulness. Your look of carelessness. Your look of crazed rebellion. I miss everything about you.
It’s such a terrible, paradoxical feeling to want to be over someone; you want to forget them but you still check your phone hoping they didn’t forget you.
What % are you hated in school?? [] Gotten a referral []Gotten detention [x]Gotten your cell phone/iPod taken away []Gotten suspended [x]Gotten caught chewing gum during class TOTAL SO FAR: 2 [x]Gotten late to a class more than 10 times [x] Didn't do homework over 5 times [x] Returned at least 2 projects in late TOTAL SO FAR: 5 [x] Missed school cause you felt like it [x] skipped class at least 1 time [] laughed so hard you got kicked out of class TOTAL SO FAR: 7 [x] Texted people during class [x] Passed notes [x] Threw stuff across the room [x] Laughed at the teacher TOTAL SO FAR: 11 [x] Went on myspace, friendster , xanga , or Witty on the computer at school [x] Took pictures during school hours [x] Called people during school hours [x] Listened to an ipod/ cd player/mp3 during class [x] Hit a teacher or student with a textbook TOTAL SO FAR: 16 [] Gotten a call home [ ] Couldn't go on a field trip cause you behaved bad [x] Didn't take your stuff to school [] Gotten a detention and didn't go [] Used passes from other days/Or made fake pass [] cursed during class loud enough so the teacher could hear TOTAL SO FAR: 17 [] Slept in class [x] Played basketball with paper balls using the trash can as a basket [] Threatened a teacher/(told off a teacher) [] Felt hungry during class and went home to eat [] Treat the teacher as invisible TOTAL: 18 now times this by 3… I am 51% hated in my school.
There’s a difference between thinking someone is cute and having a crush on someone, being interested in someone and liking someone, loving someone and being in love with someone
You were mean and cruel. You made me feel insignificant and small. You made me hate myself, and the person you'd made me become. You were so nasty, and just plain insecure. I hated you. I still hate you. But in some twisted way, I miss you. And I guess I hate that too.
Some nights, I walk into my room And sigh, at the mess On the floors, The mess of my life. Some nights, I sit on my bed, And stare at the walls In silence, As if they could Give me answers, As to why I will not sleep, tonight.