Pulling out of NaNoWriMo. I can't come up with a novel in one month. But I have sooooooooo much time- how do I not have time for things like this? And how can I get behind on TWO subjects- and I only take two. Not good, must do better.

Listening to Crystal Castles and doing history homework.
My life is full of fun and games.

Yeah, it was my birthday yesterday.
What's the real point of birthdays- they say a sucker's born every minute, and we celebrate that? Birthdays are a waste of time, money and effort- but they're damn good fun XD

Errg. Here's a sonnet I wrote.

Forgetting seems like a good idea,
Regretting is sorrowfully my plan.
Rain, frost, sweat, tears and blood always so clear,
Pain, dirt, ice and darkness squashed in a can.
Open it swiftly, let the bad come in,
Close it quickly to stop hope getting out.
In the world that I live, love is a sin.
In my domain, I can cry, hide and shout.
I can run way way way far way away,
I can sob, I can wail, I can lie still,
I don't have to listen to what you say,
I don't have to do your bidding or will.
There's no need to yell and swear at the door,
I can just curl up and weep on the floor.

Life sucks so much, I might as well give up. Sigh. If it were that easy. Death is such a puzzling subject; and a sensitive one at that. Suicide- an ugly stain in a family, the "easy way out". I disagree. I see the beauty in suicide. It's not the easy way out- it takes balls to hold a gun to your head and pull the trigger, make a noose, tie a slipknot then jump. Suicide is a choice- for some the hardest they'll ever make, for some the easiest, and for most the last. I don't think I could do it. I don't have the balls.


Suicide is poetry personified in death.

Well, chilling didn't suck. Thanks to those that came; I suppose it was fun :P

Party/chilling tomorrow. Fun times awaits us.