I don't know how to deal with sad people anymore.People used to come to me for advice and life direction and whatever. I went through things myself and slowly but surely I lost faith in myself.I stopped trying to offer solutions and words of advice. I don't care to anymore. The most I can do is apologize for not having shit useful to say.It's horrible.I guess, over time I've gotten much more...

I've ran out of places to vent. On my tumblr I'm followed by a few of my friends, and one of them is my friend Emily. She's a lesbian. It's totally cool, but I have a crush on her, which sucks, because I've got the wrong parts. I feel horrible for LGBT, because they must feel like I do this once; all of the time. Not being liked because they like the wrong parts, or in some cases, have the wrong...

When I'm tired depression stings so much less. Physical exhaustion outweighs emotional exhaustion, and even the most menial tasks alleviate the rest of the pain. I do, however, find myself wondering whether my emotional sanctity is put into more trouble by the periods of sleep-luster. It seems for every day I am blissfully unaware of my condition, every day I am not is too painful; want of...

I had a normal day today. except after school, for about ten minutes. It's hard to imagine being completely unmoved by this story- From point A to point C, hardly noticing Point B which to some would seem so enunciated and emphatic.the true meat of the story I can't share to you- It was one asshole thing lead to another, eventually dragging us all in with it.It was me, and my two best friends,...

I wrote this short story as a quick way to explain what has happened to me- I started to like my friend, you see. This isn't in itself just a journal entry, I wrote it with a little bit of a structure, and ended it with a proper ending, one which I'd use to end a short story. I might compile little stories like this and make them into a book, but not yet. This would be the first...

For the first time on Mibba I've asked people NOT to comment on a poem of mine if you don't like it. It's the latest one I've written, "Obituary of a tough Motherfucker," It'll be on my page. It's about a cat. Yeah, and the cat is one of the toughest things I've ever met, man.I'm going to talk about the cat; Feel free to look at something else now, because here's a skinhead whining over a dead...

I should be in bed; I'm very tired you see. When I get tired you can equate me with a heroine addict. Useless.But I think a lot. I think now how I care too much about some people. I've been so drunk this past month I nearly died once, all because I can't stop caring. I love my women the way one should love himself. I love them more than that.Every man has his hobbies; escapes and distractions from...

Jesus I'm in a GREAT mood. I have a new girlfriend, and she's really fucking great. Even today, I'm happy as shit. I'm happier than I've been in a year. and probably more. I fucking love her. I was supposed to hang out with her today, but her aunt had a baby! So Out of my control, you know? I'll be seeing her Monday, though.And it seems like less and less people are reading my poems. It's no that...

Some people can speak about love, as some sort of eternal and unending thing, and some people can make passion and beauty personified. But I can't.I think the one thing anyone likes about my poems is that they're... They're just true. I just say the things that are true. I don't put fancy wording on it. I don't use fantastic speech. I just say it so it's... valid. So it relates. I use the simplest...

The girl I've been seeing... Is a sweet little girl. she's a few months younger than me, and she's shorter, and she's about one-hundred pounds. She has the most beautiful eyes, man... and she's great. The first date I had with her we watched Star Wars IV: A new hope together. THAT's perfect. I plan to ask her out this Valentines day. But I have so many second thoughts.Firstly, I'm afraid. the last...

Hey!By the time you read this, it'll be valentines day. I know it's normal and romantic for a guy who seriously likes a girl to ask her to be his Valentine on this special day.Here's the deal,I don't want you to be my Valentine,I don't want you to feel like the greatest girl ever today,and this Monday the fourteenth of February I don't want this lovey dovey bullshit for this one day of the...