sorry guys, no one cares. i'm done with this.

i know hardly anyone even looks at this, but i'm putting a poem up here anyway

~follow?~
i'll be stronger,
since you're gone
and i'll last longer
since you left me

i want to go
to see you again
there's too much sorrow
can i still live?

what's going on?
i can't sleep
all night long
your thoughts killing me

i'm awake
losing the battle
now i break
and i lost the war

are you glad?
i came to see you again
but why are you mad,
that i followed you here?


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thanks to anyone who actually reads my stuff

i don't know what's going on right now... have you ever just completely lost control of yourself, and done things you regret later? that would be me... except, i don't usually regret it when i hurt myself.

if there's someone, reading this, that actually cares what i have to say, could you possibly speak up? it's hard for me to keep anything like this going, cause i give up so easily. do people care? at all?

hey, what if i just told you what's on my mind? isn't that what a blog is? some person with a computer or device decides, hey i want people to know what i think about, so i'm just gonna post it on my own website for all the world to see! ok, then that's what i'll do.

well, looks like once again, no one cares what i have to say. i've made a few blogs, but i've deleted them all. you know why? cause no single person cares; and why would they? what i have to say is no matter to anyone. i need to think of something meaningful to blog about. what to share, what to share...

in case you didn't know, my name's taylor, and i'll be blogging here from now on. if my posts get too depressing, then you can stop reading, but i will post whatever i want with no input from anyone who reads this. but whatever. if i last until later, i'll see you then.
love&butterflies, taylor

so what do i do? life is so confusing right now, high school. it's a place full of boyfriends, drama and dress code: things that were much less overwhelming in middle school. so what should i do? being depressed in high school isn't the best idea, especially when the ultimate question runs through your head all day long.  do i live or die?