I see your dirty face
High behind your collar
What is done in vain
Truth is hard to swallow
So you pray to God
To justify the way you live a lie, live a lie, live a lie
And you take your time
And you do your crime
Well you made your bed
I'm in mine
Because when I arrive
I bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher
What is this, forgot?
I must now remind you
Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolf.
So, my life has gone to shit. No kidding, it has. In the past 16 months, my brother has been put into rehab, my parents decided to get divorced, I stopped going to school for a while, my grades got worse than they were before, my mom became a slut, my dad got engaged, and I've moved three times, making this my third school of the year.
Fun? I think so too!
Sarcasm.
If you didn't catch it, you're an idiot.
So, I'm not sure why I decided to start writing in this, it's sort of pointless, because I know if no one says or comments on this, I won't know why the hell I'm writing on this, so I'll just stop writing then in a few months I'll remember it and pick it up again. Thus the ongoing process of how I live my life. I've been doing it for years, don't question it: I've learned not to.
Anyway, here's a basic introduction into my life.
I go by Missy Smith, though that's no where near my real name. I've been going by Missy Smith for so long, that I've forgotten my own name on occasion. I know, kind of bad, but the truth.
My age is not a concern, nor where I live or what school I go to or what I do in my free time, though I might often talk about it.
The music I listen to is my own concern. Why would I care if you listen to country music; something I hate? I'm not listening to it, so I shouldn't care. I'd love it if more people took the same philosophy, but not many I know truly do.
The way I dress is... I'll admit, odd. But you're not the one who is getting the odd glances, are you? So really, I don't see what people's problem is with how I dress or how I do my hair and makeup.
I'm pansexual, but I'm currently not in the dating market. I just got out of a five month relationship with a girl I thought I was in love with. And I don't do online relationships. They don't work for me.
So, as much as I'm sure people love listening to me rant, I think I'll leave it at this.
Peace,
-Missy.
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