I've lost somthing I can't replace...

Coldplay drizzles out of my speakers. They remind me of Andy. Of his dance. I can see it in my head. Three years ago. The gold pants. The warm feeling. It was when I just loved him. Adored him. I can still see him. I still see his dance.
If I could fly at the speed of sound, where would I go?
Anywhere but here.
I am trapped. Trapped in the neon perameters of my bleak and starless city befriending the trash that litters the streets. At least I know, should I ever get lost, the lights will guide me home.
My desk is cluttered to the point of no return. Moving might be the only solution.
I wouldn't mind getting what I want, but not what I need. I feel so tired, but I just can't sleep.
I am one step closer to starting on my homework. Well, I got it out at least. As hard as I try, I can't find any motivation. I need motivation.

My brain's been all over the place lately. As you can see.
I've noticed I don't smile as much as I used to. I hope that someday, I'll find my smile again.

Warning! Vain and Bitter Banter Up Ahead. Please move along!

I must tell you this, because no one else will listen and I've already promised them I wouldn't tell.
Lindsey is being bitchy. I can't take it anymore. She had the nerve to tell me I'm a terrible person yesterday. Why? Why? Oh, I don't know. Because I don't think the same way she does. Because I don't tell people what I think of them? Yes. Because I don't tell people what I think of them. I don't walk up to someone and tell them they're a horrible ass. She's the perfect example of me not doing that.
Although it means I hold more inside, why should I tell people what I think of them. If I have some negative feeling about them, I don't need them knowing that. It's not a lie. It's my choice to keep people happy with me.
I can see Lindsey by the number of friends that you have (me) that your plan is really working well.

I'm still not telling you what I really think.

Gah, I must do my math homework now. Sadly, even though it's at the point of no return, I can't just move away and forget about it.

Randomosity

I've been collecting things in my head. Things I've been meaning to write about. The list is as long as the things I've been meaning to do.

I've had this strong urge to be creative lately. I want to make something amazing. Something that is better then everyone else. Anyway, that was just a random thought.

I'm worried about Josh. And the way he holds me. I wish he was 17. And someone else. Someday, I just want to break down and kiss him hard and see where we go from there. And then, when that's over, we move on and don't look back.

I have so much more to say. But, that will come at a later time.
I'm not going to school tomarrow.
The show of the Damned is over.
Life is good.