^{you were everything for far too long
you were the sun and the stars in the sky
and i was just this infinitesimal thing
and i stared and stared and you never stared back
not until i started shining too
brighter than you
and you made it rain, and rain, and rain
i tried to stop shining, put a damper on myself
but that was hell
you were no longer the sun
just one. just one person looking up at me
and in your rage you shot me down
you brought me down to you
and i was nothing again
because you wouldn't let me glow
well i'll let you know
stay grounded and vindictive
and i hope the sparkle is gone from you
you don't deserve it
and i'll be as high as can be
i'll be me
without you
because now i am everything
and you are this infinitesimal thing
and i'll out-glow you for all it's worth
because i am happy, without you
i can shine without you
i will shine without you.}


there is no going back
thank god.
do me a favor and leave me alone
do us both a favor.
i'm not yours anymore
nor do i think i ever was...


So.
Instead of sleeping, I just thought I'd update
Writing is...virtually nonexistent right now, I just don't feel any need to write. I basically only write when I'm unhappy, which is a sad quality to have. Discount my journal poetry. If it's poetry. It's more like a middle finger in verse.
More importantly.
I am finally mentally well. Entirely.
I realized that my ex was a bad guy and that my current is a good guy
And that teenage love is silly and angsty but darn it all we still do it anyway huuuuhhhh.
It's just nice to feel like everything is just perfect. For once. I haven't felt that way in a really long time.
I can't wait to graduate. It's scary but I think I'm up for it because being afraid of people is sad. Plus everyone is going through it too so why not take this opportunity to start out on the right foot? Because I've never started out on the right foot because I was too scared.
So. Yay.
So, homoclown, if you're reading this, you know that I am more than capable of handling myself, without you, because I won't come crawling back to you, because you hurt me with everything you had in you, and I simply refuse to let you toy with my feelings anymore.
It's nice to be treated right for a change.
Better luck next time.
I won't restrict myself from writing journals even though I know you'll read them and I'm not responsible for what I say so if it hurts your feelings, tough titties my friend.
Suck it.