You guys really don't understand how much I miss Karns. I've decided I might just threaten my mom that if she doesn't send me back to Karns, I'll kill myself. I was reading Helen's old blog and I got all nostalgic. That place totally owns HVA. I hate my school so, so very much.
And something's really bothering right now. I just can't find this poem I wrote last semester on the back of a German paper. I really liked it. It was about a guy and girl who are always sneaking out to see each other at night, but at school she's nothing to him. So she dumps his ass. It wasn't a personal poem which made it all the better.
And I wish I lived in the Republic of Dave. Don't ask it's a video-game thing.
Anywho, I have to get to piano lessons.
Laters,
Rhiannon
Young, Stupid, and Alive
- Rhiannon the Destroyer
- My name is Rhiannon. I don't expect that anyone is reading this so if you are, you have no idea how much I'd love you if you left a comment. About me. I guess you could say I go to HVA. I hate that place. My best friends are Helen Rose and Nichole Fiore. I love them. I'm not an artist in any way, but I enjoy writing my bad poetry and drawing/painting my poor excuses for art. If you have a problem with that you can suck my toe. I don't know who I am or what I'm doing. I spend a lot of my time acting on impulses, but I enjoy it. I live in the present and without regret. Oh, and I love you. Yes, even you.
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God, I want you to come back so bad. Its lonely without you. I was in fourth period today thinking about how much last year rocked because we always walked to and from Byington together.
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Any chance you might actually get to come back? I miss you so much I can't even describe it.
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