Chapter 1 - chapter one

omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg ojmg
Cant survive
must.
have
photoshop
.....
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
going thru photoshop AND keynote withdrawl D:> D:> D:> D:> ITS NOT FAAIRRRRRRR
must DO SOMETHING !!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
i need chocolate. rlly badly. right now. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa
I'm boreddddd

ok so since we all know i write poems when i get bored that r pointless and stupid here we go


so this is the beggining of my brand new life
the one i live with my dad or so i like to dife
i come here ever other weekend, without no other doubts
that it will be THE most boring weekend that I've come about
i sit here with my sister. on this computer ho
in this tiny little apartment. i really wish i could go
its so boring here, I'm about to self destruct
theres just nothing i can do
except sit around and be benuct
i know thats not a word but would you quit complaining
just because i'm bored doesn't mean i'm better at creating
I'm so freaking bored in here
that I'm ready to destroy the whole of lakebay
if i were a bird i would fly away free
and never see these walls again, that stand before me
if i were a dog. down the street i would run
away from this house, and this man with a stick up his buns
i hate it here, really i do
i want to grow wings, to fly to be free
so that never again can anyone yell at me
this house is a bore, i think i shall die
if i sit here another hour like a frozen potpie
outside is the backyard, about the size of a truck
its so small it would fit only a duck
this house is worse. with its four walls closing around me
they are white and so bland. and i fail at rhyming
i can't sleep in the bed,
it is uncomfy and hot
the bedroom istiny and stuff
i gtg now see u at buckley

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