stop it, all of you.

don't take away my fox. you don't know how much pride i put in that silly game we made up.
don't take away what makes me feel special.
... to be a fox.

I'm trying.
stop making me feel like I'm failing.

I'm scared of normalcy.
that's why i went quiet when you said it was my destiny.
to become like the people i hate.

I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO LIKE ME!!
can't you see that?
I want to have fun, not just with you.

i get along with the wolves.
it scares me how much i do.
they out number us,
but they still see my orange.

i still back away when i can't take their crap anymore.
they know this action well.

i still hate board games and action movies, war, talking about nothing, and their narrow minded banter.
 the list goes on forever of the things i hate that they are, and who i will never become.

I'm just there because, sometimes, I'm sick of being alone.
And the boy i happen to fancy, is in that pack too.

and if you talked to him. you'd know that he hates a lot of the stuff they do too.
he has his own reasons for who he is.

I love all people. I hate all people. 

i want to be different more than i want to be alive.

I respect you, and always have. i like you, and always will.
you were a fox too in the story.
maybe you're more a fox than i am, a brighter shade of orange.

i love being a fox. i loved it ever since we made it up.
i love and hate people. As i love and hate wolves.
I adore foxes. and I always have.

I've always respected you, your opinions, your likes, and dislikes.

I'm sorry.
 I'm sorry if i changed. I'm sorry if i will.

i will fight to stay the way i am.
this isn't me just talking big.

i was never lying!
i am who i say i am!!

NOT COOL.

 DAMN IT!  DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!

                        DAMN IT!!!!!!

Box.

6 sides.

5 people.

3 sons.
your sons.

you're lives were pathetic. disgusting. EMPTY!

i guess i can be sorry for you, you honestly didn't know better.

what justifies what you do?
dead beat dad.

ha! you call yourself a godly man?
god is no where in you.

a proud mother?
you're only proud if they keep quiet.

out of all the households I've seen,

i have never seen one so...cracked.

PARENTS! you're lives are slipping and you know it.

wolves in sheep clothing, the lot of them.

YOUR SONS! biting through the rope you have wrapped around their necks.
they look at you with fire in their eyes that reflects the heat in your own.

you're blood has infected theirs and you've already lost one.

BRAVO!
i tip my hat to the master of failed expectation.

you dare call them a disappointment when you yourself have done nothing but fail them.

THEM!
YOUR SONS!!
who've you watched grow into what they let you know now.

FATHER! pass down the crown of masculinity and the iron fist of gender appeal.
build them up to be kings of the house hold with a lovely wife in the kitchen making dinner for your ever growing waist bands.

ha. ha. ha.

I've never hated someone so much. than that man. in that house. with that flag.


WITH THAT SMILE.

...

out of respect i say nothing but smile and thank you for letting be stop by.

I hope you have a nice rest of your life.

blah!

my thoughts!!
they move too fast to keep track of.

i want to have the world explode into your mind like it does every time i wake up.

i want to know everything important. i want you to understand and i want to forget myself. and just float into every one's mind.

i want to see what makes you, you.
what explains what you do.
i want to be there and you to be there too!

i want to see what you see and know what you want to be.

i want to know your friends, not so i can just make a mends.

i want to see everything but there's a blind fold wrapped around my head.
a wall blocking me from you.
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texting is sometimes better.

I guess using a blog to tell people what you think about them is kind of a jerk move.

I make people sad sometimes.

and all i can say is that I'm sorry.

But that's not what they always need to hear.

what right do i have to point out flaws in those around me?
what right do they have to take it sitting down?

maybe i need someone to do the same to me. To refill my humility because I've become something I'm not.

I've become oblivious to those who didn't hold my attention.

.... and that's not fare.

rumor has it...

That girl didn't need your crap.

you're gross, and mean, and sick, and mean, and a jerk, and dumb, and stupid, and mean, and not OK.

you're mean.

just plain mean.

there were so many sweet and pretty girls that i knew thought you were cute...
and you ruined it for them with your lack of sympathy and compassion.
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but you know...

i do actually like your hair.
(just don't spike it, make it fluffy and make it stick it up through the middle, but don't spike it)

you have nice shoulders, a good face, and
you have a good build. people can tell that you work out.

you were rasied right,
and are a "gentlemen."

(thanks for not wanting me to walk home in the rain)
((even though i like rain, night-time, and walking.))

you're nice...sometimes.

I still don't like you!!!
but i am looking forward to knowing you.

I like Keep Up With Me.

band names.

Emily! and the ______
.
We Are Foes
.
I Forgot, We Remembered.
.
HA!
.
We Are Wovles
.
Pocket Watch In Stock
.
Pin Stab Bat Lash
.
It Isn't That Great, But I Wouldn't Know...
.
Trampoline Machine Dream
.
As If You Meant It
.
Keep Up With Me
.

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i'll come up with more later.