Be depressed
2. Realize nobody cares about you
3. Change that *******
4. Do something amazing that makes people love/fear you
5. Get rich and/or famous doing it
6. Write a book about the struggle
7. Get a movie deal
8. Retire way too young (or die way too young for maximum infamy)
9. Remain Famous For Being Famous

why do you automatically assume things
it's like you're on a specific mode
that all the ideas swimming in you
must be said out loud and read

the rumours you spread typically aren't true
and as much as i try to explain to to you,
you don't get that people change
what you say too

And the judgments you make are ridiculously and annoying
saying i'm a **** for not wearing a skirt? look who's talking
and don't you dare say i'm trying to steal your friends
those minions follow your assumptions, I wouldn't
want to be friends with them if you paid me

It's a gift,
To be innocent, that is.
I would give anything
just to have it back.

But I can't have it back.
He took my innocence
in the harshest way.
Taking advange of a naive girl.

He pinned my arms
ignored my pleading
And took my dignity
And my hope
And my innocence.
I just want it back.

Is there something wrong with me if I DON'T WANT TO READ LOADS OF REPOSTED POETRY?

22:34
But now it has passed,
And that time is wrong.
For another 24 hours,
Waiting,
Ready,
For just a single minute of being right,
22:34 lives the other 23 hours and 59 minutes being wrong.
It's admirable,
So determined, that for just a few moments,
Everyone will agree,
22:34 is willing to spend the majority of its life,
Accepting to be unaccepted,
For a brief period of acceptance.
So spare a thought for 22:34,
And for those who try so hard to be right,
That they are fully willing to be wrong.

I've had enough of being alone,
I got my fill of that years ago.
I've had enough of empty hands,
So put yours in mine and tell me your plans.
I've had enough of the cold,
So put your arms round me and keep hold.
I've had enough of singing your favourite songs on my own,
So let me hear again that beautiful tone.
I've had enough of being in the year above,
Just 5 months means they try and obstruct our love.
I've had enough of writing poetry like this,
I count the hours until I return to bliss,
*And remove as many as I can with sleep.

Was reading past emails again...
got really blushy and embarrassed
just like the first time I ever read your replies...
I wanna cry now... I miss you so badly.
Not the flirting, not your adventures,
but I miss the way you made me feel:
important.
You made me feel like someone wants me for once,
and sees me the way I see them,
in that wonder, with that intensity.
I hope you're okay, mon cher.
I want to be the one that carry your worries,
to help you through tough times.
Sometimes, it's better to worry about someone else
than yourself.
In fact I prefer it.

Did I say I miss you yet?