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Just as the headline says. There goes that word, racing through my mind like the word of your love races through your head every day... all day... I guess I should explain myself, eh?
Well, this morning, I was getting ready for school, and I only had 10 minutes left to do so, and my mom is coming out of her room to get ready for work as well, and she sees this necklace I have around my neck. It's a necklace that Rooney got me, and it means a lot to me, and I NEVER take it off. The one time it was off, was when I had to get something fixed on it. Anyways, she hates what the symbol is: A Wiccan Star. She thinks that it means "Satanic" when it's only Satanic if it is tilted on its side. And It's not. But, clearly, she doesn't understand that. So, she lunged, [[if that is the correct word to use]], and ripped the necklace off my neck, sending the pentagram to the ground. It scared the hell out of me. I of course snapped at her and told her that she shouldn't have touched me that way. So, then, I'm in my room, trying to find the damn pentagram that was somewhere on the floor, and she comes in and tells me that I'm grounded for a week. I figured, hey, who gives a ******** when your life's already ******** screwed up. So no use in arguing, I said "Fine." in the calmest voice. By this time, I only had like 5 minutes to get my a** to the bus stop, so I tried to get past her. I didn't need to miss another day of school, and she shoves me, right by the coller bone, and I freak out. I say, "KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!", and then she... I don't know if "punch" is the correct word, but shoved me again, far back to where this computer is. I told her to keep her hands off of me for now on. So, now I'm grounded, I'm scared shitless of both of my so called parents, my necklace is broken, and I'm ******** tired of everything.
So, there's that word. How do I do it? Will I do it? When should I do it? Is it even worth it? Death scares the hell out of me, only because I don't know whats waiting on the other side for me. Will I go to hell if I do it? I may write about death, seeing as I am far more morbid than the damn preps, and I don't show it, but read my thoughts. -.- But it doesn't mean that I know I want to. Cuz I don't.
I really have to think things through. I should probably just call my dad and arrange moving there to finish highschool up there, go to college where I want to, get my head straight, fix everything that's broken.
But yup. There's the "S" word again.
 Deceased Poet · Mon Jan 26, 2009 @ 08:00pm · 0 Comments |
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