What

What
In the spotlight
In the sun
Nothing matters
No one cares

What happens?
What you lose
What you gain
What you’ve done
What you don’t do
What you say

What you mean
When you talk
What you write
What it means

No one cares
What happens to you?
Or me, or themselves
The one that worry
About what people think
tell me what you think

friends that don't care

You know there are so many people who become friends with somebody and they don't what happens to them. It's like if they get new friend the old ones they don't care about them (the "old" friends.) I got a book called TRUST AND BETRAYAL by JANET BODE, and it's true stories about kids who can't get along with their friends. What do you do if some of your so called friends won't talk to you and they think that they know what's really going on you with how could the know when you don't talk to them. Mean it's one thing when the keep you in the loop of everything and have other friends, but it's another when like a year ago or even three months ago you had plan to do stuff together and for no reason at all it's like they're nothing to you.
I’m so sick of the world I’m in because you can hardly trust anyone anymore. I’m sick of people who pretend to along with you and then pretend you’re not even there when you’re right next to them. If people don’t what someone as a friend then they should say some to that person instead of ignoring them. It’s one thing if you’re not friends with them or don’t like them, but if you’re friends with them, talk to them, at least very couple of days. What’s the point of having a friendship with some you don’t talk, or don’t try to talk to them. I think I had better friends when there was a boarder between us then there isn't a boarder. It’s like friends one minute and the next you won’t even say hi, what’s the deal.
That's it for now, please leave a commet, of what you think.

NO one

Here's a poem I just wrote
NO one
No one can see her pain
She hides away
No one can hear her voice
Speaking up in a crowd no one hears

Do they care do they see
Are they pretending not too?
They turn they faces away

She lost and confused
And no one cares
Who she is
Why she’s here

They lock her away
So they don’t have to see
They don’t care what she thinks
What she says
What she does

They don’t care
They don’t see
They don’t hear

The voice that speaks
That no one can hear

No one can feel her pain
The death inside
The soul and heart
Of friends that don’t care
Don’t hear or see

Tell me what you think

something but nothing

Have you ever felt like you could punch something. Well with me it's more like throwing something most of the time it's a baseball or sometimes a football, when I'm stressed out. I could throw a thounsand baseballs in a baseball feild. Nobody knows how much I like throwing stuff even if they say they do they don't not even my family.
You know many say that they know somebody but they don't them at all. How could somebody know somebody else if they don't spend any time together. They may spend time to talk to them every once in a while but they really don't know them. They don't know what the other has been threw or what they feel or think. Nobody knows what something feels like for someone not even if that same thing happened to them because no one is the same and no one will ever be.
No one has the right to judge some one they don't know. They shouldn't because one little judgement can change a preson's life and can ruin everthing along with a rumor.

It’s SPRING

It’s SPRING
You know what that’s means? Spring-cleaning.
On Saturday I mostly cleaned my room and I can actually see the floor, not just some of it but all of it. I cleaned with in seven hours. When I was cleaning, I found a lot of stuff I was missing. Why is it, when you clean something you find stuff that you lost a while ago? Saturday was cleaning day so almost everything got clean.
We almost got a dog too, there was some type of ad for a dog online and we knew the person. We called her said that we would go over there later but around five o’ clock, she called and said that she was going to take the dog to some lessons, and give it another chance. On Sunday, I went to the La Crosse Library and got some CDs. I got a Reba McEntire, Room to Breathe and another CD.

I know it's short but oh well.