You're Just Like Us, Why Don't You Show It?

*Does this mean I'm crazy, because I'm writing a letter to myself?

You laugh off the pain so much

that people begin to think you're a little strange.

You're so quiet, yet you have so much to say

...people begin to forget about you.

Your way of thinking is so abstract yet brilliant

that people begin to call you crazy.

You carry pen and paper everywhere

and when you experience a revelation you giggle and write,

So they assume that you're going off the "deep end".

Your way of life begins to change

Your views on things have been altered

due to society,what you've been through

and lack of a decent role-model.

I'm here to tell you that nobody can tell you how to life your life, but you.

People shun you because of who you are

Just because you're a little....different.

You've got everything going for you

But nothing seems to work.

Nothing's ever sparked you

Nothing's ever gotten you motivated

Like this.

You need to come clean with the truth.

Tell them that people with mental disorders inspire you.

Tell them you'd rather go hang with demented schizophrenics

Then to go shopping with them.

Tell them you'd rather learn about hallucinations and paranoia

Then to call them later.

Tell them how mentally destroyed you are.

Why don't you tell them what's really on your mind?

"It just goes to show that some words are useless"

What Makes Us So Amazing, Are The Things That Dont.

writing, this is honor of EVERYONE who's ever despised of me, hurt me, shunned me, disliked me, or perhaps you were even jealous at one point. I'm writing this, for everyone who's ever had a problem with me. I'm writing this for everyone who sometimes makes me feel inferior. Some of you have never done this to me, thank you. I tagged you because I figured you could relate.

It's not finished, but it's a start.


" and out of all the schools you think would have the uppity-cocky kids, its not any of the 'top' schools.
Hey, Precious..lets talk about you since you're so quick to point out all the fakeness around you. you have no idea what people go through, what they're dealing with or anything. You're out of line. You're so quick to judge, to stereotype, to demoralize everything someone stands for or EVERYTHING someone believes on or (get this) EVERYTHING SOMEONE HAS WORKED FOR. and who are you to call out what's right or wrong? who am I to call you wrong? I'm out of line as well. But you placed me here."

"Whether someone is just discovering themselves, or picking up something that catches their interest, what makes it your business to bitch about it? We can ALWAYS count on your fucked up beliefs, to pop up on our mini-feed. How do you think you started to like the stuff you do now? Think about that before you go pointing the finger,kay? AND YOU, have something to say about someone's cunty behavior, or ridiculous attempts at trying to be like you..right. we ENVY you, I wish I was you. I hate my life. EMO BULLSHIT? tell me about it."

"You and your little flaky friends, need a reality check. People can do what the fuck they want, so can you. You are entitled to your opinion, and I am entitled to say that it is absolute BULLSHIT. Nobody comes running to you, when you make a little mistake, and take two steps back. All the shit you do has been piling up, like skeletons in my closet. Everything you do, has been done before..everything you've established for yourself, was invented before you even knew about it. So chill, seriously."

"All Of your hobbies were mastered way before the sperm hit the egg, so don't act all Brand New, hot shit. Obama made great speeches, so did Hitler...what makes you so amazing?"

What makes me so amazing?
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- Ariel

If You Can Wait Till I Get Home...

Here I lay, under these sheets. Phone by my pillow, volume to the max. When will you be home? I feel so alone, so cold. This bed’s to big for just 1 hopeful romantic. Are you coming back?

Last I checked, we left off on a bad note. You’d come from work smelling like a woman’s fragrance. I yelled, you spoke softly begging me to relax. But no, it was someone else wasn’t it. I wasn’t the only one inquiring about you.

So you left. And you haven’t been back since. That was 3 days ago. I lay restless in bed night after night. Hey, I need you here. You can’t leave me. You Just can’t.

Well, I tried. Hours passed and my phone’s dying. I lean over to turn off the light and as I touch the switch I hear familiar footsteps down the hall.