I'm sick of YOU! (No, not you Liz)

Well. I was going to write a big list of all the stuff I'm sick of, but I have no energy to do that and I've forgotten half of them anyway, so here's the main thing:

I'm sick of people telling me how to dress, how to speak, what to say, how to write, who to be, what to listen to... Fuck off! I'm pretty sure I can decide those things for myself. It's called being a PERSON, being a human being. You know, a thing with a body and a soul that NORMALLY thinks for themself. But no. I'm never good enough, I always have to change. I'm never right, never perfect, never even close. And I'm never going to be.

I'm also sick of never having the energy to do the things I want.

Stranger

I'm staring in the mirror, and there's a stranger staring back at me. Her face is filled with failure and doubts, and her mouth is turned down in an ugly sneer. Her eyes are empty and hollow, and there's a glint of fear sparkling in them. Fear for the future, fear for her sanity. A fear to continue living, and yet a fear of death. Her hair falls in her face, a mask that only the reflection can reveal. She whispers, and the words flow past my lips: "I am nothing."

A few more songs for chu

My Morphine Shot

It's a battle between
Common sense and capability,
And it's tearing me apart.

I don't know why
It'd be so wrong if I
Threw it away and followed my heart.

Now you don't need to ask,
Confidence is quite scarce,
Internal strength is hard to find.

And now all I feel is doubt,
What's this life all about?
I think I am loosing my mind.

So tell me now before I leave,
Is it true what I believe;
Will you always be there for me?

Because it's true that all love fades,
But I don't like it that way,
I'd rather have you for eternity.

Hear my pleas, hear my cries,
Lie right next to me tonight,
Be my comfort and take away the pain.

'Cause I can't be here forever,
All good things will sever,
Oh, but I know it's a shame.


I've Written Something New About Something Very Old

Now I've got something new for you,
Sit and listen to my tale,
And remember it was here that you heard it,
Before the words were twisted and stale.

Can't you see that I'm trying?
Can't you see that I'm dying?
And in the dead of the night,
Can't you hear me crying?
I know that I'll never be good enough for you
So let's just enjoy this as there's nothing else we can do.

Now I've lost another chance,
And it's just right that I'd fail,
This wretched thing called Karma's
Keeping hot on my trail.

Now I'm bored with this life,
But death's not too appealing,
You know you're near the abottoir,
When you can hear the squealing.

Can't you see that I'm trying?
Can't you see that I'm dying?
And in the dead of the night,
Can't you hear me crying?
I know that I'll never be good enough for you
So let's just enjoy this as there's nothing else we can do.

Now I need some inspiration,
Something to help me carry on,
Something that you'll be singing,
Long after I'm gone.

I'm writing up a window,
That leads straight into my soul,
Now I've never sung like this before,
Hear the warning bells toll

Can't you see that I'm trying?
Can't you see that I'm dying?
And in the dead of the night,
Can't you hear me crying?
I know that I'll never be good enough for you
So let's just enjoy this as there's nothing else we can do.

So that's all from me now,
I hope you listened to my prose.
It's an ancient story, told before,
Just not in words like those.


My Favourite Place

I cry when no ones watching,
So they can't see me when I'm weak,
I'll smile and try to hide it,
But from my pores it seems to seep,
Into my face where everyone can see.

When you look at me,
Can you see me crumbling?
Or do you see some form of inner strength?
Wipe the tears from my face,
Tell me I'm not a disgrace.
Wrap me in your arms - My favourite place.

I want you to say that you love me,
But I'm scared that it's not true,
Because I just can't believe that I
Deserve so much attention from you,
It's you're hand that pulls me through.

When you look at me,
Can you see me crumbling?
Or do you see some form of inner strength?
Wipe the tears from my face,
Tell me I'm not a disgrace.
Wrap me in your arms - My favourite place

I'm feeling alone right now,
The future seems so far away,
An empty void here I'm
Doomed to forever stay,
Until the shards of light start to stray.

When you look at me,
Can you see me crumbling?
Or do you see some form of inner strength?
Wipe the tears from my face,
Tell me I'm not a disgrace.
Wrap me in your arms - My favourite place

Some wise sayings from Liz.

Personally, celebrities who look after themselves. I.e Davey Havok of AFI, who does not drink, nor smoke and is relatively healthy as he is vegan. This provides a good role modle for his fans as we don't pick up the bad traits he may have because they're far less obvious then his good traits (which are many, and even if he HAS bad traits). [On celebrities that are positive influences for todays youth]

There could be many changes in the media, firstly. It's no surprise we (as teenagers) See a lot of celebrities on tv. But have you noticed, these are mostly only when they're doing something WRONG. Which the media then of course latches onto and spills everywhere (i.e how much infomation did we actually need to know about paris hilton). Other things they could change may be; the "size" of models in popular teenage magazines. Tiny stick people really. Instead of showing us mostly NEGATIVE images, they could of course. Show us positive images, or shows about celebrities (etc.) doing "good" things. [On how to change the media for a more positive influence]


There's no real way of answering this question, there are things we may suggest that could give positive role models. The answer is really in the question, we need Positive role models. The pressure on teenagers is huge, you must "look" and "act" a certain way. Why? Because everyone else does. Thank you society. As a whole, we cant force everyone to like the same role models. But we can of course support teenagers, and what they may or may not be going through. That alone would probably make a lot of difference [On positive influences for todays youth]

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend!

So um... I kinda just randomly came up with this song XD It was done in like less then a minute... I think you can tell XD
OBVIOUSLY it's a funny song. Stopped taking things so seriously, geez!!

We could stay up late,
Eating cake,
And sleep throughout the day!

We could take a walk,
Or just talk,
Or dream our lives away!

I wanna be your boyfriend!
I mean girlfriend,
'Cause I'm a girl...
I wanna be your boyfriend!
I mean girlfriend,
'Cause I'm a girl...!

We could dance around,
In the crowd,
And look like fools.

But I wouldn't care,
You'd be there,
So that's cool!

I wanna be your boyfriend!
I mean girlfriend,
'Cause I'm a girl...
I wanna be your boyfriend!
I mean girlfriend,
'Cause I'm a girl...!

I swear that I'm a girl...

A song!

Ah fuck... I always forget to title them and then it comes to writing them up and I have no idea >_<
Liz I blame you for making me get up and fetch my book! I had to WALK because of you! For shame.


So Far Untitled:

I see my reflection glaring back at me,
It's blaming me for my misery,
And at last I speak my mind.

I seem to be speaking
Of something I'm seeking,
But alas, shall never find.

And when there's nobody else
To see me as myself,
I break down and begin to cry.

Though you help me carry on,
It's worth nothing when you're gone,
And deep down, I hate my life.

You know I'll never reach,
The standards you so readily keep,
And I know this is not my home.

Because you only want to see me fall,
All these things I have done mean nothing at all,
As you leave me on my own.

And when there's nobody else
To see me as myself,
I break down and begin to cry.

Though you help me carry on,
It's worth nothing when you're gone,
And deep down, I hate my life

I see my reflection glaring back at me,
It's blaming me for my misery.

Uh... yes

*Shifty eyes* I um... *cough* found this.
*nods* It's not mine...
*Shifty eyes*
Here it is:

An Untimely Demise

Emma clung to the locket in her hand, squeezing so hard her fingers ached. Tears surfaced in her eyes, pausing there for just a second before they overflowed, running desperately down her cheeks. Something in her throat seemed to snap, and she collapsed over the body that lay before her, sobbing uncontrollably. There she lay for hours afterwards, staring into the cold, dead eyes of the only person she'd ever loved, and the only person who'd ever loved her. She couldn't believe he was gone, she wouldn't. In her mind, she willed him to wake up. She willed him to wake up and hold her, to tell her that everything was going to be okay. But he didn't, and deep in her heart she knew he never would.
The night drifted into day, and still she lay there, crying silently to herself. Her eyes drifted to the spot where her attacker had dropped the gun. It was meant to be her. Why couldn't it have been her? Shaking, she crawled over and picked up the weapon, staring half-dazed at it. The firm, cold metal in her hand was a shock. It seemed to wake her up from a deep sleep. What had happened, it didn't seem real until now. The gun was proof that her lover was gone, and he was never coming back. And it was her fault. How could she live without him? The truth was, she couldn't.
Swallowing, she lifted the gun to her temple. A single tear fell from her eye. This was the last tear she would ever cry.
"Goodbye..." she whispered, and pulled the trigger. As she fell, the locket she held so tightly slipped from her grasp, landing with a chink on the stone floor. There it lay in between two soul mates, whose souls are now all that is left of them, the eternal love they shared for each other preserved in the locket that had meant so much to them both.