Lets try this again

After looking at the pageveiws this lame ass blog gets I realized that I need to step my game up. I really don't know why people from Russia look at this (not that I don't want you to) but it kind of feels like people kind of count on this blog? I don't mean count on it like you know, but just kind of expect to get on here and find something new to read. So, lets talk about the sun. Now don't expect something sciencey and crap because this will prolly be everything but. The sun is great, at times. I mean it grows our crops and does this and that and if there was no sun then we would all freeze and die. But sometimes I don't want to walk outside and it being hott as hell. It doesn't get too hott here so I'm lucky. But I feel bad for alll those people living in the hottest of places. Now I am not about to name a bunch of hott places because that requires me to spell them correctly and that's a lot of work. The sun may be great for all you pale and paste-y  people who need to darken up a bit, but as for me I don't want to get darker. I hate it when the days get "longer" because that means I have to deal with the sun longer than I have to! Sometimes I like to wake up to the sun because I feel bad when I sleep later than 9:30 on Saturdays but on week days I do not want the sun any where near me  untill it is time for me to leave the house. I like to go to sleep in the dark and I like to wake up in the dark. Thank God I have black curtains. I don't hate to sun completely. Even though I don't really like the day time, I don't like the night on most days. Night is a scary place for me and my mind. And I kind of like it when its cold and windy and there's the sun to warm my face. Me and the sun have a love-hate relationship and I'm ok with it, I wouldn't have it any other way. Maybe I'll talk about grass tomorrow.


Poes Annabel

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I

Do you not see my silent crys?

Do you not hear my pain?

Do you not care that you’re hurting me?

Do you know you’re driving me insane?

“Why can’t you hear me calling out?”

                “It’s much too late to hear.”

“Why can’t you feel me reaching out?”

                “It’s far too late to feel.”

“Every word has been spoken

To take the pain away.”

That’s the lie you tell your self

Every single day.

II

Did you not see my silent crys?

Did you not hear my pain?

Did you not care that you were hurting me?

Did you know you were driving me insane?

“Why couldn’t you hear me calling out?”

                “It was much too late to hear”

“Why couldn’t you feel me reaching out?”

                “It was far too late to feel”

I know you tried your hardest

To take the pain away.

But none of this was your fault,

Today was just the day.

Heyyy

Heyy, what's up? Yea its been awhile. It took me awhile to get back into using Annabel since I didn't have her for a few days as you all know. Lots of stuff had happened between now and then and I'm not even going to to talk about them.