Rawr41507• Show poetry

The name's Kelsey.

I'm freakin spaztastical.

I love anything most people would consider crazy or weird.

Chris is the most amazing person in the wholre freaking world. I love him more than you will ever know.

Don't waste your time trying to figure me out. It's impossible.

I have a bunch of useless "friends" that really don't mean that much to me.

But then I have a few real friends that mean the world to me. Say anything about them, you're dead to me.

I live for thunderstorms. The rain amazes me. And the lightning and thunder are just so calming.

I love rainbows and robots,
cats, bunnies, and teddy bears.

I spend the majority of my time writing, watching movies, listening to music and messaging friends.

I idolize Marilyn Manson, Escape the Fate, and Mindless Self Indulgence.

Curious George is a sexy beast.

I lick rubber duckies and kiss doorknobs.

My home life is not so great.

My so called "father" is the second biggest asshole in the whole freaking world. Hitler is the first.

I guess you could say that I'm pretty smart.

But I don't really think I am.

I love to get all dressed up for no reason.

I love to do crazy things that most other people would never do.

I have a 12 page list of things I want to do before I die.

I dream of the day I'll finally be able to get out of this town.

J-ville, Illinois. Home of the backstabbers, liars, and bitches. The place where people come only to have all their hopes and dreams crushed.

I hate loud noises and waking up before 7.

I hate the color yellow and going to bed before 11.

I disapprove of underage drinking and smoking.

And I can't stand anyone that does drugs.

I hate rules and any one that enforces them.

I speak my mind and have no problem telling someone off.

I have a really hard time trusting people.

And even though I always say what is on my mind. I have a hard time saying "I love you."

It's not because I'm shy.

and it's not because it's not true.

It's because I'm soo scared taht I'll say it and hear "okay." or silence as a response.

I'm just so scared because everyone I've ever cared about has either hurt me or abandoned mt, left me all alone for this town to tear me apart.

Music is my life. my inspiration. my motivation.

I always talk too much.

And then I run out of things to say.

So I stare at the wall until I make it so awkward that everyone just walks away.