Your heart is worth more than you know

I'm going to cry.

I'm going to sit in my room with all the lights off, in my little alcove corner thing that Mr. Bagley put there just for me, I will sit and I will feel sorry about every wrong thing in this world.

The wrong things happening to meand the wrong things happening to others.

The things that never should happen, the good stuff that might not ever happen.

Insecurites that some understand with a look, and others just can not comprehend.

Inadaqutceys that make me want to scream that I'm a fake loser who's just good at hiding it.
Inadaqutceys that make me want to hide in the shelter of the back row of hte class.

Relating with people I don't want to relate to.

Relating with my own kind.

Hating the fact that there are some things about me that only he understand becuase he spent so long dealing with them

Hating that love can turn into an emo song.

Witnessing mascara tear markings in math books is a pitiful site.

Giving up and getting yelled at. So unsure about positions on teams and in life.

Hate being a hormonial teenager.

I hate looking back and wondering how stupid decisions effect lives. I hate wondering if she was lonely and really wanted a friend.

I hate wondering if my confusion left her alone.

The knowladge that what the old people talk about is never going to come about.

I hate this whining.

Sometimes we just need the time to sit and cry about stupid stuff.....

On the upside...I learned the difference between "Than" and "then"

And there is always tomorrow...