I'm so confused.

    So, been a little busy lately. Also I've been struggling with MORE boy drama...Long story short, I still have feelings for my ex, & on Friday he finially decided to rekindle our friendship. Sad enough, I had the impression that he was starting to like me again, & turns out I was wrong.....He told one of my best friends that he'll "never date me again"..As you can imagen, that was a little harsh to take in. But, I managed to brush it off, & just say "Whatevz! He's missin' out!" &, I'm probably gonna spend a lot of time telling myself that he IS indeed missing out, & that I'm gonna be okay....I guess I'll have sit back, relax, & wait to see how things unravel.

Short story titled "The Picture"

     As he saunters through the freshly mowed grass of the high school field, Devon's mind wonders off to the basement of his thoughts. He involentarilly moves his lips into a grin as his miniture sister's voice fills his ears. He soons grows oblivious to everything happening around him. Memories come in a flood from all parts of his brain. His baby sister's face seems to cover up everything else in his head.
     He somehow manovers both of his feet to be in the same spot at the same time. He immedeately snaps out of his trance and tries to keep his balance, but ends up failing. He slams his back on the grass, letting a moan slip from his throat. Devon notices that something has fallen out of his pocket, and he reaches for it. He manages to unfold it, and once he sees the picture a salty tear slides down his cheek. He gazes at the curly blonde locks that fill the page. He strokes the picture, wishing, praying that she was there by his side calling him "big brodder" ( since she couldn't quite manage to squeeze out a "th" ) once again. Devon whipes his eyes in attempt to whipe away his anguish as he pulls himself up. He slowly starts to make his way nack across the field, gripping his baby sister's picture in the palm of his hand.

My Needs Have Developed \:

Alright, so it's come to my attention that my desires in life have grown quite a bit. I've some-what grown away from my paintings, & gone more to my writing..Which is friggin' weird, because I haven't really writen anything good for a long time, & yet I've had some strange lingering desire to write for like the past week....I think I might try & write a short story today. if it turns out well, I think I'll post it......We'll have to wait & see.

Poem that happens to be titless.

Sometimes I sit
Sit and wait
Wait for the pain
Pain that fuels
Fuels my lust
Lust for blood
Blood from my heart
Heart that's broken
Broken by the only
Only one who can fix it
It also sits
Sits and waits
Waits for him.

Sometimes, I hate boys.

    ( I'mma try to narrow down the cussing. Haha. )

Kay, this kid is pissing me off. Let's give him the nickname of Paco. So, Paco & I dated twice, the last time for like a month before I found out that he was flirting with 5 of my friends, & that he liked one of my best friends. Once I found that out I ended it. & that was like February. But now, this frickin' girl ( let's call her butt-munch ) is like allllllll over him. Taking his hat, that I earlier told him was "mine" since I jack it from him & wear it all the time, wearing his jacket, & staring at him....Okay, I know. he's not mine, & I shouldn't be so obsessive about it. But, come on. I'm always gonna have at least some feelings for him, I mena, he's adorable & he flirts with me all the time..I just don't want him to fall for her..I guess I'm sorta being an atenntion hog, but he's mine! Haha...No but seriously. Paco & I hang out every day, talk every day, he stares at me every day, he's sweet to me every day, & then she comes in & fucks everything up...Grr. During school today, I was about to flip a bitch. Like seriously....That's how much this situation makes my blood boil to no extent.......I feel a little bit better now that I've typed it all out, haha. I sound like my older sister. (: