The Title is not Important

The last 2 days (and today) have been ridiculous. I'm so tired and have reached my point of just giving up. My eyes are so tired that they are watering and my nose is running (like when you cry). But I'm not really crying. And it looks like I got punched in my left eye.
Sleep has been taken away from me since Monday night. hmmpfh.
*insert a bunch of yawns* okey lets carry on.
Too much crap has happened since Tuesday. I'm not friends with my "best friend" anymore. I'm sick of her.
I'm stressed about our pom competition this Saturday (i hate pom so much and the coach knows it). Things should get better next week - hopefully, because this week has been so bad.

Today I finished Night by Elie Wiesel. The last sentence or so is amazing. Chapter 5 until the end was so intense.

I want to go to sleep right now but it's only 6 o'clock and I have to write something for english (which i probably wont end up doing).
And I'm upset they didn't choose "River Flows In You" for Bella's lullaby. I've been playing it over and over again and its making me even more tired. Way better than NyQuil and the sandman put together.

I'd feel rather afraid and insincere

if you began to disappear.

If I was walking through a sad art gallery
And you were driving through the night
I'd feel rather alone and ill at ease
Beneath the brilliant showroom light
If I was flying on a plane above your town
And you were gazing at the sky
Somehow I'd feel intact and reassured
If you began to wave goodbye.
- Fuzzy Blue Lights, Owl City

p.s. this is my 100th post. ♥

A look at things i Wrote

my hair is fiesty today ^.^ And an ACORN is lain across my neck.. if that makes sense.
I was looking through some poetry I had to write last year, and its wonderful. I dont know what I was so worried about last year - it all seemed so complex at the time. But now I feel like it was no big deal. Now that I think about it - it was just me being dramatic and using vivid language to make everything seem luxurious and DRAMATIC. (hmmm kind of like now haha).

I was really sick most of the time when we had to write, so i just simply adore this one:

It's Okay

Laying in bed dying

shaking shivering sweating

so much depends on

oreo cookies on a hot summer day

Im pretty sure that's an antithesis.

I'll make another post with my "I AM" poem.

Jeezus i just found a song i wrote..