Field trip 1

 Oh drama, gallons of it, on everyday on school, but much more on field trips. 

We suck all that left.

Seriously, I wonder if its like the book I've read on the second grade or something, it's about a boy who meets the popular ones, they all attentions suckers. 

Like, vampires of attention. 

So one girl, shouted to main bitch (Daniel) "there are things you don't tell!".

We all guess its period. 

We all know that girl world is fucking messed up, just like a whore life story. 

Aw, when worst came worse it says you can only go down. 

It's so sick, she's not far from being a vegetarian version of Jennifer (Jennifer's Body) eating boys hearts (poor Collin).

But see me as Nidi, the only one that really knows, and she's killing Shane, but this Shane don't know I'm his Nidi, not that I will be. 

It's weird. 

I'm dying inside. 

Like the poison she dripping to everyone hearts. 

But my emptiness is still spreading, as same as my venom can. 

There's a reason that the blog named poison, not a coincidence. 

I know it's dangerous to me to fall again, even the slightest. 

I will die, it's asking for a bullet. 

I know, I should to befriend them. 

But why am I so stupid. 

My heart is such a teen. 

Little stupid rebel. 

And you know what happen to rebels. 

They die, cry, lie, and eventually lose and plan to comeback. 

For now, the brain rules those villains. 

I'm sad, I want him, and I still, can't. 

But why?

Not because of her, because of them, my parents. 

I do love him. 

I believe that I can not survive without him. 

But it's a lie that my little rebel says to convince my brain to let go. 

If I could, I would.

I'm crying. 

I can't get what I want. 

I know, I'm really a brat. 

Spoiled daddy's girl. 

But I still should get what I want. 

Not now, but later. 

I'm falling for the wrong ones. 

Like I always do. 

Just like Jude, guess who's Damen, the one who talking Ever from me. 

So why I need to feel it?

You can kick my balls (if I ever had ones) and it wouldn't hurt as my heart feels daily. 

I guess I'm not the only one who falling for others. 

He fell. 

And soon, he'll be part in my club that recently people joined me. 

It named, damaged children. 

The victims of Yali. 

I stared on him. 

His name is Gal. 

Not my friend that sat next to me, and not the bitch. 

Jennifer's leftovers in certain way. 

Lets see. 

If he'll become like me. 

Or may he stay the same. 

And keep loving the heart smasher. 

She don't make a difference. 

Girls and boys are the same. 

Distrust is the name of the game. 

I believe that she just could've dissapear. 

Nobody will really care. 

But we all remember bitches. 

Her soul will replace a newborn baby. 

Another bitch to join the world.

The army of hoes. 

The parade of skanks. 

Marching to destroy. 

I just heard we don't belong and right now welcome to the black parade. 

Of course. 

But, when. 

I'm being stuck too long. 

Loving. 

Caring. 

And until that my heart will understand that we all reject it, I'll die. 

Again. 

As always. 

Me and maya (the complete leader who is officially my best friend, ds) we will go to one of the guys room. 

Gal will be there. 

Yay. 

We wanted to go earlier. 

But, parents guarding here. 

We want to check on midnight. 

And maybe we'll sleep there. 

If it might happen, on truth or dare, if someone ask me who I like ill say that I like gal a little. 

Well, a lot. 

I just say I like him. 

That's it. 

Emberassing, I know. 

But I'm in the diagram for crushing. 

I'm anyway finish as a new soul, because there's no hell.

I'm in a beautiful lobby, waiting to get my room. 

And be with everyone I love. 

And I care about. 

And see them taken, hating me. 

And the ill be clean. 

It's like a refresh button. 

Today is about to come tomorrow. 

Cinderella, the bell is ticking. 

You'll better make the Prince Charming fall. 

Clue. 

I'm Cinderella. 

And Prince Charming supposed to be the new friend of damaged children. 

I born to die. 

Just like Lana del ray. 

Because you and I 

We are borned to die. 

Can you argue about it? I think not. 

 

I hear every song now. 

Because the world is ugly. 

And we will be forever young. 

I love this song. 

I love old touching songs. 

My mom making a legacy. 

Old people in disguise. 

I hear Chicago because of her. 

Hard to say I'm sorry. 

I know pretty well the lyrics. 

As well on ambulance. 

Because nobody knows a thing about this life. 

I love you, the kids of tomorrow. 

Little baby's with phones in their filthy greedy hands. 

Waiting to get more, until I'll kill them. 

Since I'm out of home. 

A special trying. 

For living. 

And loving. 

And being the most kid and nice bitch, that should named a dawg. 

It's nicer, aren't you think?

Goodbye Charles, and Aline.  

Berries, survivors. 

Hold on together, you've got to. 

Loving and caring. 

The dead winter tree.