Crayons

Crayons bug me. They don't color very well. They break too easy. They are never sharp enough for the fine lines. Damn you crayons you make me feel like a crappy drawer.

Robots are just crappy emotionless shadows of people

Who knows though, maybe I'm just robot that was programed to think I'm human. Maybe my memories aren't real.

Do you ever think that maybe your life is just a elaborate prank, like The Trueman Show?

That is a good movie, go watch it. Why the hell are you reading this?

Anyway until it's proven to me that I am a robot, I'll continue to act like a person, I'll get over emotional. I'll eat lots of food. Sit around and wonder when I'll get  my life under control.

I'll glare and my ex boyfriend with him girlfriend and wish my boyfriend would hold me like that in public.

I'll stay up later than usual because I feel like it.



I'll write on this blog cause its fun and I don't care... I'll keep telling myself I don't care.




Sage

Can you see me?

I don't know if you can.

People often pass me by.

You don't know me but I'm going to give you a glance inside my head.

I'm glad nobody knows who I am cause if you did you would think I'm pretty screwed up.

...I guess I am. More than people think.

My "name" is Sage. I'm a girl, I go to Lone Peak High School. We are world class.

Hehe that is shit. We aren't sorry to break it too you.

I'll just tell you know I'm extremely self conscious. But I don't care, you don't know me and you never will.

Honesty is the best policy.

Damn it, shoo little voice in my head.

Trees, stars, galaxies, boys, macaroni, music, tumblr, rage, rain, poems, mumbling incoherently, thrifting, art, sleeping in his bed, disney.

I wish I could sew. I'm terrified of loving someone getting married and divorcing. My eyes hurt. I'm always hungry. People tell me I'm skinny but I don't think so. If I see you bulling someone I will F you up.

I stutter sometimes. Can you see me cause I'm hiding.... Behind a blog. Under my covers. Behind a mug of tea. Behind smiles and giddiness.

Can you see me cause I want you too. But I don't.

I'm a contradiction.
I'm that weird girl in class who zones out.
I'm the tears spilling over your eyes.
I'm the chalk being dragged loudly across the board.
I'm the weird laugh you probably hate.

Don't look to hard I don't want you too see.

Sage