Mobile Blogging

set up my mobile blogging again...

hoping it'll help me post more fequently...

probably won't... *sigh*

darn my empty head!

Because I'm Bored...

I am: Haley. (Duh.)

I think: wayyy too much.

I know: alot more than you think.

I have: an awesome phone! :D

I hate: people who lie.

I wish: I could hurry up and get out of here.

I miss: short hair.

I fear: needles.

I feel: tired.

I hear: static from my phone.

I smell: brocolli and cheese. (Soo yummy!)

I crave: cookie dough.

I search: the kitchen, for food.

I wonder: if it's gonna work out.

I regret: coming here.

I love: food, music, new clothes, my phone.

I am not: "one of them."

I believe: in myself.

I dance: when I hear a good song, when I'm happy, or when I'm in my room.

I sing: all the time.

I cry: very rarely.

I don't always: fit in.

I fight:.

I write: very rarely.

I win: at LIFE.

I lose: my sense of reality.

I never: forget.

I always: speak my mind.

I confuse: you.

I listen: to my Zune. Constantly.

I can usually be found: sleeping, eating, texting, on the internet, or watching TV.

I am scared: of needles, dying, the things in the dark, the monster who hides behind my shower curtain, Scream, and The Strangers.

I need: a haircut, to re-paint my nails, to curl my hair for tomorrow, to get off thw freakin' internet, to do some schoolwork, to get un-sick. (Bleh.)

I am happy: about life. :)

I imagine: everyone thinks I'm a bad person. (I'm not. Really.)

My Happiness Will Come Back

I have a million diaries/journals but I can never write in them on a daily basis. "I bore myself to death." I write in them (maybe) once a month. Sometimes less. I hadn't written anything this year; until this morning. I was so angry. At myself, and everyone else. So i finally just decided to write about it. I filled two whole pages with my feelings. Took me about 30 minutes or so. After, I felt so much better. I thought to myself, "I will be happy. I WILL! My happiness will come back."

I ripped both pages out of the notebook, folded them into a little square, and wrote "Help me" on the front. I will probably put them in my box of notes I have. Or, I might burn them. I haven't decided yet.

I wrote two haikus after I finished my geometry work.

Writing makes me happy. For once. Maybe everything will go back to normal. Hopefully. The pain is still there. Some of it, anyway. I suppose it will subside over time. They say, time heals all wounds.

~She waits in silence.

~She's afriad of rejection.

~Her name is Haley.