Im wearing this big ugly green sweater right now and even though the neckline is almost choaking me and im getting kind of hot, i dont really care. i like this sweater.

it seems as if everyone is either hooking up or breaking up or somewhat in-between. i am, as you know, in-between. it would be nice to have a boyfriend again but, come what may. right now i dont really know if i like a certin person or not.

and my locker location totally sucks. im way on the outskirts. last row, and possibly the farthest possible locker away from my first period. not to mention that im next to alyssa (t) and andy lee. alyssas okay but, i mean, i want somebody that i can talk to. it really blows.

the only good thing that happened today was that i won a contest thing at a poetry site. the poem wasnt my best but i won 300 pts (its kind of complicated). ill post my (winning!) poem here:

A dark purple petal lay neatly on my shoulder, held together only by her tattered veins.

what torment it must have went
through.
and to think that the petal resting on my shoulder is stronger then I;
well-



the salty pain slid down my cheek.
and onto his hand.

and into my mouth.
and i licked it off.
tasting like, like
her perfume
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