The 7th Dimmension
Blogspot: Death becomes me
NICHOLAS RIVERA
Dear Blog,
Well, Kat finally told me 2 screw off today. I just collapsed into my locker and cried and cried, in hopes that she wud see my sensitive side, but instead
she just walked by with her girlfriends and they laughed at me.
And then, it started raining outside. And with every raindrop that fell I could feel a little piece of my heart fall into the gutters
along with it. its like, the sky was crying with me.
Worst of all, my hair was wreked by the time I got to the mall so I had 2 buy some more gel and I used my money that I was going to spend on the new comeback kid CD. and I went to have some tea they were out of my earl grey tea so I had to get the green kind, but I don’t even like the green kind. Why is everyone
against me?
And on the way home, It stopped raining
but there were all these worms all over the sidewalk, and they were struggling to not shrivel up but the sun came out and they were drying out. It made me think, that we’re all just worms struggling to make it into the mud
(wait, that made no sense. Note to self: delete that b4 posting)
Im glad im not a worm — worms have like six hearts or something. One broken heart hurts bad enuff :(
Anyway, I texted Kat like 5 times but she didn’t reply, so I just started out my window for awhile until it turned dark outside.
I couldn’t even see the stars it was so dark. Doesn’t matter anyway, kat was my only star. I started to think about but 1 of these days I am just gonna delete my myspace and log off — forever. I wud have done it too, but then mom called me for dinner. I told them I didn’t want any, but they didn’t understand me. Im beginning
to think only the sky does.
They made spaghetti again. I HATE spaghetti. Life sux.
So after kat didn’t call, I thought id try to send in my blog to the crappy paper so kat might read it and see how I really feel. Kat, if u r reading this, I heart you, you are my soul, and I hope u com back soon. Don’t dry me up, kat, im not just another
worm for u 2 step on. Come back, plx. Don’t make the sky cry.
