Lifes one BIG hypocrite

Not even a week and I already have the urge to hide under a rock til Monday comes

It's like I try so hard to persuade myself into liking him and then--nothing

And the fact is I'm not cold and heartless, I just simply don't like him.

And the more I try, the more I find the task becomes impossible

Like finishing a game of Monoopoly

No matter how long you try and keep your eyes open, you can't help but feel like packing it in for the night

No one ever truely wins

In life I mean

People just make the best of it and try to cope

With the true fact that their never really going to be absolutely content with the way things are

There's always "that something" that creeps up on us from behind

And slaps a nice fat gloomy look on our faces

So we have to force a smile here and there to keep our title of be the envied of the block

And grownups can be just like kids sometimes

Making a big deal about things like cracks on the pavers

The size of my nail

Go cry on your pillow at night, please

Monday couldn't possibly be here any sooner!

That's over

When you're emotions take over you

It's almost seems inevitable

Like everything in your life was sculpted

In a perfect way for these emotions to easily seep in

And over time the emotions start to collect as they age

The intolerable mood swings, the way your past times don't seem to find their way in as easily

Life starts to focuss more on the world around you rather than oneself

And when people ask you "What's gotten into you?"

You walk away mumbling, things you wouldn't dare say outloud, under your breathe

But loud enough for them to know they haven't gotten the last word in

And you didn't want to put all of that on them all at once

But its like you had a bad case of word vommit

And it all came crashing in on you

I rewrote most of this blog

Because I realized some of it wouldn't make sense to everyone else

But I left my favorite part in

The part that made most sense to me

And held the most valuable meaning

For the end:

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I'm not lying

Making things up is not lying

It's just making life more exciting

And in the end liveable

Becasue a fantasy can always be crumpled up and forgotten about

But reality can't..it's scary, don't screw it up

Til you've tested and learned through your secret life

Open, close

In life you're constantly ridiculed for the way you dress, think, and even speak.

Sometimes you run into those people who say they can read people.

But maybe what they don't know is that not everyone leaves their books wide open.

To be read at bedtime before you get tucked in.

Some stories are meant to be kept, never forgotten, and certainly never told.

It's not that the themes are bad or even the people.

The characters are about as normal as they get, but the world still feels that there different.

A sense of closure is all I ask

For the lessons that, like always, seem to clash

For the people that race

In and out

And the casualties you face here and about