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if you cant find it here then go somewhere else

these days are written in goodbyes. dont fucking look at me with those teary eyes, you knew this was coming. you knew goodbyes are heard as often as hellos. but no matter how many hellos i hear, i always know that a goodbye is on its way. ill mask them with a smile, and end in cries. ill scream so you cant hear my heart pumping, fast, for you. ill take you to the funeral, let you say hello and goodbye in one meeting, for the last time. i cant stand goodbye, because its the only lie ive ever told you. these byes are never good. but now its too late, because i cant speak at all.

im an 18 year old young lady. i have a huge heart, a light head, an open mind. i attend college where i am on a full ride, half academic, half athletic. i play on two soccer teams. i am good. i now have a job. i maintain a 4.0 and have accomplished 30 hours of school already. this isnt bragging, this is self love. i cant stand when people say shit that they dont know a thing about, like me. so now...two questions....why dont you like me? and who the fuck are you?

12:28 p.m. - 2004-05-17

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