I'm not here to whine about my issues. In fact, I know I have it better than a lot of people and I'm extremely grateful for that.
I'm a 15 year old girl who attends a suburban high school.
I'm growing up.
I may not get any taller or my boobs any bigger, but mentally, there is always more growing up I need to do.
I have family issues.
I have boy issues.
I have issues with myself.
I'm trying to sort this all out by means of writing in a blog, and it's a bit difficult. But I'm keeping at it. There's PMS, the desire to be like the girls in the magazines. Drama drama drama of all types. I try my best to stray away from that, but even in a school with almost 4,000 students, somebody is bound to get bored with suburbia and start some drama.
So, don't think I'm a whiney emo kid. Trust me, I'm the opposite. I'm fighting for a positive experience, not a negative one.
My life reads like the classifieds.
Pages of what's for sale; what's on the auction block.
Attention bidders! It's Lot 45.
He's got a decent voice, he's got that crooked smile.
Hold on, you haven't heard the best yet.
He writes good storylines, he's got those honest eyes.
So take him home for just $9.95.
He'll sing the songs you like, he'll keep you warm at night.
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya.
Break down and back out, and get what's coming to you.
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart.
I'm not the type to forget about nights like this,
when every single move that I make is documented and scored for style points.
The once ambitious one now holds the smoking gun.
And if I die in my sleep, are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be?
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya.
Break down and back out, and get what's coming to you.
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart.
Will you be the first one to tell the neighborhood paper
and all my family and friends that still care?
Did you buy what I sold and did you feel what I told you?
I hope that you still do. Will you promise yourself, that this isn't all we've got?
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya.
Break down and back out, and get what's coming to you.
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart.
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