Let's Restore Peace in GirlWorld

Bummer dude. Everything is so messed up in girlworld. Everyone is like disowning their friends from last year and like being obsessed with everyone else! The worst part is, everyone feels like they can't talk their problems out with the person they're having issues with, but instead they'll talk to EVERYONE else about their issues. It's like 50% true and 50% WTF?

This is one of those typical girl issues, and guys are just like ewww lame. Girl stuff. OMG it burnsss!!!! Yea, well it burns us too. Guys will just beat on eachother till they laugh at it. Girls take everything seriously and to offense, like omg, DID YOU HEAR WHAT SHE JUST SAID? Oh no she didn't. But yes girl. YES SHE JUST DID! You know, if we just talked it out face to face like calmly and rationally, this stuffies wouldn't even happen. But noooo0o0o0o0o0, instead we gotta be all up in everyone else's grill (I'm Asian...But I like to feel like I'm not sometimes ;) and be like "WHAT DID SHE SAY? OH NO SHE DIDN'T" And then like whoever you're talking about is like right behind you and you're just like "Hiiii." *Cough* Betch *Cough*

The ever so exciting girlworld.

I am currently trying to restore peace, but peace is trying to bite me in the ass.

So basically,

peace can go hide in a corner and cut itself.

SocialStudieSlam

Welcome back you guys :] 

Alwaysss a pleasure :D

Anyways, in social studies we were learning about the declaration of independence, and so our assignment was to write our on declaration of independence, declaring independence from our PARENTS!! Here it goes! (BTW: It's supposed to be a slam poem)

We have the right to be treated equally,

Everyday and more than frequently,

We have the right to speak what we say,

We can speak as we want,

And speak as we may.

We have the right to be heard when we speak,

We’re individuals and we’re all unique,

We have the right to have an opinion,

We have the right to say yes or no,

Being pressured isn’t an option,

We have the right to do or to don’t.

We have the right to be punished,

But only punished for our crimes,

In any other cases this is unjust,

And we have the right to disown your trust.

Random poem...PART 2!!

With every word,

Letter,

Syllable that appeared on the blank screen,

I waited. 

Words were meaningless,

When they didn’t need to be heard,

But you were the one who’s words meant,

Everything.

But the things you say…

The words hung in the air,

Tangled in the web of lies,

That needed to be burned,

So the words of truth could fall to the ground.

But when they touched the ground,

It burnt,

Like ACID.

And I’d dive into the bottomless pit of your heart,

It seemed so depressing,

But it wasn’t.

It was a starless everlasting night,

And you’d like the way,

As we walked hand in hand through this horrific fantasy.

The words that once hung so heavily on my heart,

With graceful wings,

Flew off into the grayish blue haze above us,

But those words mean NOTHING to me….

When they weren’t said.

Violent Little Kids Who Adore You D;

Oh wow.

I always knew that little kids were slightly violent, but this 6 year old I know is INSANE!

He throws things at people, kicks people, and he tried to CHOKE ME!!!! Geeez. But then I thought I would TRY reverse psychology o.O 

So I held my arms open and with an irresistible face I said "Do you want a hug?"

He was IMMEDIATELY embarrassed like WHAT? HUG? I'M 6! I HATE HUGS! And then I let my smile drop and I muttered an "ok..." pretending to be disappointed. The next time he threw something at me, instead of yelling at him like most people do when they're upset at him, I just held my arms wide open and screamed " DO YOU WANT A HUG? "

He squeezes his eyes while a smile crosses a face. Embarrassed, he said mumbled a yes.... I flung my arms around him and while he was embarrassed from all the parents watching in admiration, I could tell he enjoyed it. Which was HORRIFIC?

THIS VIOLENT LITTLE 6 YEAR OLD ENJOYED MY HUG!!!!

I thought "YES!" finally this kid would stop throwing things at me. But ohhh noooo, what he wanted to do to me now was WORSE. Every 3 seconds he would hold onto to the railing, bend slightly over the edge, juuusssttt enough to grab my sweatshirt and he'd like yell my name and say HUUGGGG and he'd hold his arms open. At first the plan was to make HIM embarrassed but there he was with alllll the parents watching as he BEGGED for hugs. He would start COMPLAINING about not getting hugs, until it reached a point where I'd give in and he'd cut off my circulation with his hugs. I would actually have to get his parents to grab him off of me. 

I have found the one things less tolerable than hatred. ADMIRATION.

OHHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDDD

Everyone thought he was SOOO adorable, but it was so weird for this kid to beg for hugs. This was not just some other 6 year old. It was HIM. THE 6 YEAR OLD. This is the same 6 year old that I remember had punched my face, then went to his dad and told him that I punched him. And this same 6 year old was jumping up and down screaming my name so unhappily, it was as if this little kid instead of taking his meds, took 35,000 packs of sugar. -.-

All I have left to say to you readers now is....

HELP!

And a warning...

Don't ever think reverse psychology works.

It's like Karma, it always comes to bite you in the butt with a 6 year old D;

Random poem? :p

How can people not see her?

Can't you see what she's doing?

Those cracks on her porcelain face are spreading,

But she paints over them with dignity,

People bang their metal cups,

against the rusty bars she locked herself behind,

Her feelings are a prisoner to you,

but it looks like her time will never be done.

She threw the key in a river,

With every heart beat it's pushed farther and farther,

She jumps in the water and swims for her life,

But it's too late.

The key plunges over a waterfall of hatred.

The girl is furious,

Chips break off her porcelain mask,

and you finally see suffrage inside,

She bangs her fists at the metal bars,

She screams at the walls in fury,

The metal cups,

banging...taunting....

Her heart tears in half and she RIPS off her mask,

Her pain is RAGING,

She grabs the bars and bends them in half,

She twists the bars until the inanimate objects long to DIE.

Then the girl lunges at her mockers,

her enraged hurt builds, 

she reachers her breaking point,

where the thermometer cracks,

and she slowly walks away....

She's seen the damage she's caused,

and locks herself up again.

Behind the bars she sits and cries.

The pain and hurt is now outside,

the outsiders put their cups down,

they walk away from the bars,

Now that the damage is done,

there's no reason for them to stick around.

The next day there she is again,

Her porcelain mask is glistening in the dark,

But no one will ever know how she feels,

If they did....

Then what kind of a person would she be?

Sneak Peek ;)

A sneak peek to my 3 paged book xD

Looking back to two years ago, I don’t really feel like my feelings have changed for him at all. I think I actually feel like he’s the one person that can break my heart but keep it from falling apart all at the same time. I’ve known him since 3^rd grade. Aw, such sweet memories of 4-square and dodge-ball… I don’t even remember how we became friends, but when I think about it, I just remember hanging out with him. His jokes were always the funniest, well, maybe not the FUNNIEST, but the way he said them was funny. He was the coolest dude I knew, mostly cause he was the only guy cool enough to sport a mullet. And let me tell you, he ROCKED that thing. I was a fatty…but he didn’t really care. He had a mullet…so we were even.

I remembered the way I felt when I found out he was moving. My heart was cut off its strings and the feeling of loneliness overcame me. It was hard imagining that the person I loved for 3 years could just LEAVE. And yes. I LOVE him. With everyday that passed, I just fell more and more in love with him. It wasn’t until he actually left that I realized that it wasn’t the kiddy love I felt for all my friends, but it was the kind of love that hurt. It was the kind of love that told me that I couldn’t live without him. I didn’t want him anymore...I NEEDED him.

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The Average Novel? (What's a Novel!?)

Oh My God.

I am...writing a BOOK!?!?!

It's so weird....it's like this random spastic idea just smacked me in the face. The broken lightbulb floating above my head had sparked. *Gasp* 

Lemme give you the long story almost short version...

Once upon a time, there was this guy. This guy happened to be the coolest guy in all of RealityLand, and he was best friends with this girl, who was not the fairest of RealityLand, but rather the opposite. But this insanely cool guy didn't care how UN-awesome this girl was, he still liked being her friend anyways. UN-awesome girl fell in love with insanely cool guy but she had no chance in RealityLand. But sadly insanely cool guy MOVED? Yep, it's extremely sad. But what else can you expect from RealityLand? UN-awesome girl was sad and emailed him every day but he never replied....So UN-awesome just dreamt about him every night instead....And one day UN-awesome girl decided to write a book about her tragedy, except adding a fairytale ending...which just happens to be all her dreams.

And that is my long story almost short version.

Aren't you just excited for the book?

I know I'm not, cause I deleted the draft 3 times!

But I'll get past the title!

I know I can do it!

xD

Ok, I'll be posting more, and sneak peeks of my book that will never get published.