My boring LIFE

I don't think that I can call it a "life" maybe just a......"reason". I dunno. But what I do know is that I go out and do all these things, I don't get recognized for any of them. Like last year for example! (I am trying not to whine) I do the most artistic things, take the most art classes, and produce the most art! And guess who was voted most artistic? Malorie Johnson! She is now one of my friends, but SERIOUSLY! She didn't do crap and all she had to do was sit around and do nothing! I did all that fricking art to share with the school and apparently they didn't want a crappin' thing to do with it. I made the most beautiful peices I aver will! And Malorie is just like, "They just like me more." (You hear this just too much.) Well, One day I am going to be FAMOUS for things no one recognized me for. Then you'll want to be a part of that and you wont because this frickin' world is just too damn buisy looking for people with "the look". I say screw that and the people who support it! Colleges do it too, the frickin' face book is just there to see how hot the class of 2007 gunna be! I hope y'all hear this becuzz ya need to: "Get your heads out of your BUTTS!

lots of loves
~Harp~

Life is Boring...

Any way, nothing happend to me today.

When you fall for something fake.

I am watching pain happen. I can't stop it. I do anything about it. I just sit and watch other peoples lives go by. Not my own. I am watching him fall for a facade. For a fake thing that is not for him. And I love him, he is one of my best friends. One of my best friends. And The first time he fell, he was upset, and now this time, it's getting deep. No I am not jealous, He just deserves better than what he goes for. (NO I AM NOT SUGGESTING MYSELF!!!)
If you know who this is when you read it, I have one thing to say to you:
"Don't fall for the facade. I love you."

Love again

Love is like a...um butterfly,
Some people are quick and catch it fast as you do the flu, I on the other hand, have no net, I have nothing but my own two hands. My butterfly has not flown by yet and I don't think it will for a while. But i know that one day, one fine day, i will catch that butterfly, as fast as the plague.
~Harp~

Freaks

this is just a dumb thing i am going to write. i think that he likes me, i can't tell though, i really think he does!

Messenger Pigeons.

During Wars they used Pigeons to send notes for the other soldiers across countries and waters. I feel as if I am a Messenger Pigeon that has lost it's way through the night. I am so confused and I have a messege for all to hear. Yet no one's ear are open for listening. My messege will never be heard until all are ready. Even if that means sending my messege after my death. I don't know when that is.

Singing and dancing.

La La La La La Laaaaaa La La
I just love to sing. too bad that i am sick *cough cough* no really i am. and what's his face talks to me and now i am embarrasing myself becuzz my m's sound like b's. i hate this!

Story of a life.

I watched him fall. He died in front of my eyes. I didn't want to let him go, but I had to. For a moment before he left the world, He looked deep in my eyes. Then, he left forever, he's never coming back. The only guy I would ever be able to love.