hey, i just got back on and read your comment. wee.
you can say i'm pretty morbid. *nod*
the first poem i ever uploaded here was about falling in love with a corpse...so yeah, i would say i'm morbid. *nodnodnod*
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Yeah... It wasn't really based on me too much,
The voices in my head, depression, and hypermania were a bit,
But I made it alot more dramatic so it would actually sound like the person was insane, or bipolar, schizophrenic, or whatever else that was included.....
Urmmmm....
OCD? Yep. I think that might have been a bit. Can't remember.
But anyway.
Why arent you on msn???
half 5 was it? =SS
Anyway, Stagecoach ends at 1:00pm, I can have lunch at home or town, if you arent having any
Please can you ring mee?? That is, if i dont speak to you before.
xxxxxxxxxx =D
What I need, is to sit down in a corner while being able to cry. Then I need someone who dares to sit down next to me.
I'm about 1,85 long, 16 years old. People expect much of me, For once I want to sick to the ground and need someone to hold me. I can't be small, it's just not accepted.
Ohh Whatver Daisyyyy!!
It was just after I listened to Leona Lewis, so.... that probs had something to do with that.
Anyway, as it said, I'm a bit better about it now.
Less infatuated, like.
Yeah.
Init. Totally.
So much better now.
=SS
*fruvs*
I'm not sure if all mine have deeper meanings haha, the only similarity i can find is that they all start out nice and end horribly...for the most part
They're trying to escape hehe