Poetry In a Journal... Sorta.I'm SorryI'm Sorry.I'm really, truly SORRYA billion times won't work.Will it?Or WON"T it?I'm sorry.I"M SORRY!Oops... No, really, I'm sorry.A klutz? That I am, All I can say is sorry.I broke your heart?SORRY!I'll fix it up again?I'm really good with stitches.Will you still be my friend?I ruined your life?Oh no, Sorry!Will this washing machine work?This bleach removes the stains...It takes away the quirks!A million time, I know. But I mean what I say.I'm sorry.I'm sorry!I'm really, truly SORRY!Am I hard to forgive?You don't want to hear my sorry?I completely understand.But you don't.That was rude? I'm not sorry.It was the the truth. Indeed. Did you hear what I said?I'm sorry, let me tell you what I meant instead.I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really truly sorry.All the times I apologized, all the times I admitted my lies: sorry.All the times I wanted to say: I love you, please. WIll you stay?: I'm sorry.I hurt your feelings, I stomped on your heart. But all I
InterestsOkay, so:Things I LOVE:Mi Familia!PandasCandyGamingLaughingTextingSingingHetaliaBlack ButlerAnime...JUICE!SwimmingPaintballArcheryChillaxinBeing a Couch PandaEmotesPeopleHugzSportsMusicDub Step
Racist People--BIG NONO!!!please please please don't take offense to this if you're white... please? i dont wanna be mean, but...Listen to this!A white man said,'Colored people are not allowed here.'The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:"Listen sir... When I was born, I was BLACK.When I grew up, I was BLACK,When I go in the sun, I'm BLACK,When I'm cold, I'm BLACK.But you sir.When you are born you are PINK,When you grow up, you're WHITE,When you're sick you're GREEN,When you go in the sun you turn RED,When you're cold, you turn BLUE.And you have the nerve to call ME colored?'
Just My Luck - Niall Horan Chapter One*Third Person P.O.V*“I like the way you smile with your eyes other guys see it but don’t realize that it’s m-my lo—agh,” Niall tried to sing, interrupted by a sudden wave of nausea, and he staggered to his chair to sit down.“Take five?” he requested. Paul sighed.“Niall, this is the sixth take five you’ve taken. We haven’t even made it through the first song.”Niall groaned and held his face in his hands. He hated interrupting practice, it ruined it for not only him, but the other boys too. But he truly didn’t feel well.“Are you alright, mate?” Louis asked. “You said you haven’t been feeling well since the fourth concert. That was what, four months ago?”Liam rolled his microphone back and forth in his hands. “Maybe he should go see the doctor?”“No, no, no, I’m fine, really. Just the stomach flu, maybe.”“For four months?” Harry asked, alre
Just Let Me DieLet me die with dignityIt's the least that you could doI dug this grave for meBut you can lay here tooAnd, no, it's not your faultYou don't have to say goodbyeThis blood is on my handsSo don't you even tryI can't get a fresh breathYour words hanging in the airAs still as certain deathBut they're getting us nowhereAnd you'll cry your last tearAs we lie here in waitingJust to be forgottenOur memory fadingOur lips press togetherIn one final kissOur one final effortTo re-right our sinsAnd it's here we'll die togetherJust broken memoriesWe don't have to wait foreverTo hear the angels singBut still I beg of youLet me die with dignityIt's the least that you could doUnless you want to die with me...