cherrypopsicle

I think futile is an ugly word. One of utter desperation, and pure discrimination. It means that no matter what you do or how hard you try, you will fail. But as childish as it may seem, i think there's a chance at absolutely everything. So I only used the word "futile", when sarcastically mocking English poets of the 1800s. Lately, however, I started a project, where i wanted to learn as much about a certain subject as a friend, who had been studying this for 10 years. i wanted to learn it all in months. Not to mention he was STILL learning, and I'm starting to realize, that "futile", as harsh a word that is... Has officially come into my li

Just a few months ago. You were calling me every night, and telling me I was the one. Now, I'm sitting at this godforsaken computer, telling no one how I lost you. My love, my dear, my only. Even though I can barely see the keys through my tears, this is my story: We meet in school, math class, my least favorite subject. It wasn't love at first sight, but it definitely was something special. Later in December, you asked me out. I had no intention on being connected to you in any way, I thought it'd be another fling. I was to young to find the love of my life. When you found me, I had plenty of scars, I didn't believe in true love. As months p