ChiKiryuu8110

thats it, FIN eighth grade is over. i have left the best middle school and some of the most incredible people, and things will never be how they were this year again **INTENSE SOBBING** well im having a party tonight so i can cry on some of these aforementioned people some more, but i wasnt able to invite all the amazing souls i met. GOD I AM SO SAD AND HEARTBROKEN usually teenagers are uber happy when school lets out because they cant wait to rot ont he couch all summer, BUT NOT ME i will miss having a set schedule to see the people i love all week, and i always will. GAH I NEED THIS DEPRESSION TO END :( so damn sad. i love my sch

WHOA NO JOURNAL FROM MEH FOR A WHILE.. well this jew has been uber busy. and sorry bt at the moment all i have is more emo writing. so heres a depressing li'l descriptive writing essay on the setting of my book i did for my TAG l.a. class.. whaddya think? The end of the world… After the apocalypse has done its worst, of course New York should rise from the ashes of an earth-shattering war. A deserted West 14th Street, in the Meatpacking District of the Upper West Side, still holds all its chic little shops, luxurious nightclubs, and towering brownstone apartments above delis and dry-cleaners. The dilapidated buildings alone are the s

Here are a few theme poems for Thriving Apocalypse, that book im trying to write. T_T they are immensely provocative, just be warned... There's blood on the floor And glass on the streets A gun in your pocket And a trick up your sleeve Can you bear the burden? Can you escape your sin? Remember my face Remember your shame Save it for the day When we destroy each other Can you hide for much longer? Can you face the truth? Grab an umbrella Secure your spare sanity Save it for the day When the storm comes Run as far And as fast As you can You cannot escape your fate Hide as quickly And as secretly As you can You cannot c