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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
mother gooses goes modern
Hickory dickory dock
The rodent jogged up the clock
The clock hit one
The rodent jogged toward a lower position
Hickory dickory dock
Friday, May 18, 2012
Enemy
I hope you realize what you've done.
Not only what you've done, but what you continue to do, how you can't learn from your mistakes.
Does it feel good, having your mom fight all of your battles, because you can't even talk face to face when you have a problem.
Does it feel good to know that people I'm not even friends with, people you hate, made me feel better at my worst. They put more effort into making me happy then you ever could.
On the worst day of my whole life, you hung out with your boyfriend.
You didn't even call, or text, or message me.
Every time you blackmail me into being your friend again, it just makes me hurt in the end.
But some how everything is my fault.
Every mistake you make is my fault.
In your eyes I do everything wrong.
But I don't judge.
I don't care if you judge me.
When you say I have a cold, venomous heart, it doesn't bother me.
That's only stuff you post on the internet, it's not real. It's not even real words, it's just a ton of text displayed on led lights.
And I know they're not true.
But as I've said, I don't judge.
I don't care about what you say because it's not true.
And I'll be the bigger person and not write about you. Or talk about you.
But you believe every rumor you hear.
It'll wreck you eventually.
I don't believe in karma and fate.
I believe every manipulated variable has a responding one.
And if you're mean, and listen and agree with everything you hear.
The responding variable, is the one that leaves you friendless in the end.
And I won't judge you for ending up that way, but I certainly won't be the one picking you up from your hard fall.



