So, my gifted teacher wants me to submit a poem for a contest, but I can't pick one. I'm really conflicted. For said contest, there's no length requirement, subject requirement, or anything.BUT, GUISE, LISTEN, I NEED YOU TO HELP ME TO DECIDE.(I may even do a comment swap.)_____________________________________________________But, uh, I'm sorry I haven't been on in like a year (lol get it.), just...

I want:happinessFriendsA reason to liveA hugA shoulder to cry onAn understanding familyA straight answerRecognitionTo singto be prettyTo be lovedTo hold someone's handTo be foundTo know who I amTo know my purposeTo cuddleBlanketsKnowledgethe love people write novels aboutTo wear a dressTo be freeTo get a tattoo, or threeA guiding lightKidsGrandkidsTo be part of a clicheMotivationRyan Decker.I just...

I'm really confused. And sad. Gosh, I'm sad. I'm really glad nothing ever changes. Ever.Ever have two of your friends make plans to hang out right in front of you, without even asking if you want to come? And then when one does, the other ignores the suggestion? Yeah, well, that's what always happens.Ever have a bad day, and all you want to do is talk it out, but the only person you can talk to is...

Drinking grape juice makes me feel like I'm a fancy 14-year-old. Not those childish, apple juice drinkers. Goodness, when will they grow up? (I'm just kidding. If it was possible to get drunk off of apple juice, I'd have a permanent buzz, bro.) I love grape juice, man. It make the world go round.ANYWHORE, (haha, ray william johnson) I'm one of those Pottermore beta-testers. You know, the one...

What is a friend, really? I've been unlucky with them, so I wouldn't know. Just finished crying over EVERY ONE OF THEM. Oh well. I'm so fed up with living in their shadows. I'm sick of being the awkward third friend. I'm so tired of all of them.I wish they knew how much pain they caused me. I really do. I wish they'd realize that maybe I'm not as confident as I seem, maybe the reason I don't talk...

I had myself a gym class today. And I wanted to cry five minutes into it.We did a sit up test to see how many you could do in a minute (the president's idea). You know how many I got?Seven. Seven measly sit ups in one freaking minute. I could even make it half way through to minute. It too k all of my will power not to leave there and cry my heart out in the bathroom. I'm still contemplating on...

i used to have the most amazing dreams. they were so vivid, so beautiful. when i slept, my mind had room to roam, room to flow, room to think without me stopping it. i can;t remember the last time i dreamed. when i sleep, so does my mind. i wake up remembering only blackness. is that what sadness looks like? black? am i normal for not dreaming?i miss dreaming. i miss a lot of things. is my mind...