sometimes. when people are trying to explain something to me. i don't even listen. i just pretend that i listen; which to me, is the same concept. because it's ok to pretend listen when you don't actually care. that's called being a friend. and friends talk to much i think. sometimes; i just want to grab them by the shoulders and shake them, and say, why do you talk so much. and then release them and leave. - that's my best quality. just walking away.
one time i walked up to this kid and asked him if he does weed.
he shrugged and nodded.
i said. that's disappointing. and that means you're an idiot.
then i walked away.
(we're still friends so it's ok.)
an other time. some kid was flipping me off. ^ same kid.
i like him.
i said. Im not going to flip you off back. im better than that.
then i walked away.
(still friends.)
last night i was fighting with my dad. really hard.
and both our faces were getting red. and mad.
then i walked away.
today. my teacher was trying to yell at me. and i didn't care what she had to say. especially because she already signed my transer slip.
so i walked away.
-examples of sarah's best quality.
and ones that have occurred since friday night.
plus, i find it interesting that everyone in this WHOLE world is fake.
in one way or another.
everyone at school pretends to be happy and normal and dumb-heads. why. though. why pretend. who are we all pretending for? i just think that there must be some award that will be passed out to the best pretend person. and everyone pretends not to know about it; even though everyone is running firm in this competition.
whatevereveryone.
plus. i already won. four years in a row. and my parents give me a pat on the head because i keep bringing home pretend awards.
examples.
grades.
"friends"
attitude.
surety.
whatevereveryone.
on a side note.
this is a poem. i wrote.
----
--screw---
---you---
----
suckthat.
no but really.
here.
the hearth of your heart
is shallow and cold.
while the moon paints;
you shutter,
your limp body.
nights encloses around you,
wolves tell their stories.
crying crying crying.
the quiet child speaks.
crying crying crying.
problems evolve.
we are stunned. but not dead.
not dead. not.
dead.
the victor has no companion.
only the deep shades of blue.
time does not speak.
not dead. not dead.
the wind say their prayers.
the night sketches nightmares
out for you.
crying crying crying.
dying dying dying.
your brow deepens.
while the call from hell reaches
your landline.
and the night has it's own nightmares.
there.there.
sarah.
You're a
I think we'd all agree
that there is not a word in any verse
that you do not exceed
So all I think that's left to say
Is you're not half bad,
To me
