MorganAndMarlee

I'm not good enough. I'm not skinny enough. I'm not tall enough. I'm not pretty enough. My hair's not straight enough. My eyes aren't brown enough. My skin's not tan enough. My tiara's not crown enough. I'm not perfect enough. I don't agree enough. I'm not nice enough. I'm not me enough.

September 1st, 2012 ~ Wake me up when September ends. Can you tell I'm listening to Green Day? I'm currently reading Misery by Stephen King and I have my Boredom playlist on replay. It's colder than usual today. Dark, stormy..sigh. I hope it rains. I love rain. It's so soothing. HA! I hear thunder. Rain, rain, don't go away, and come back every other day. Life has been rather strange lately...Just weird little things. Today, I saw a pretty white dove be approached by a black crow. I swear, in the blink of an eye..they were gone. Maybe I'm just tired. Yeah. It IS stormy and dreary today. I should nap. -Celeste Boredom: Wake Me Up W

13, 13, there you are, Maybe I'll be hit by a car. 13, 13, say hello, I might die, you never know. 13, 13, kill your love, The fucking world will tower above, 13, 13, make you bleed, Take it away in my time of need. 13, 13, drag me away, Three pounds more is what I weigh, 13, 13, take him from me, Tell her mom, and I know she'll flee. 13, 13, trust no one, Leave her for a second, and then she's done, 13, 13, constant delay, Forced to wait, day by day. 13, 13, always unlucky, My homicidal thoughts are getting yucky, 13, 13, blooming sadist, Two weeks tops, that is the latest. 13, 13, death's favorite number, Save her from

I guess I should start this out all cliché, like most books. Hi, I'm Kati Merrick. I'm fourteen years old, five foot five feet tall, strawberry blonde hair, brown eyes, and I can't do this. This makes me sounds too plain, which is the exact opposite of what I am. I'm going into the ninth grade. With that being said, I think it's acceptable to say that life's been a living hell for awhile now. You see, things start getting bad about fifth grade, but it's bearable. Afterwards, everything happens in sixth, seventh grade is just horrible for everyone, and then eighth is the best year of your life, just because you get to look forward to go