This blank facade is slowing molting into hot red furiosity. I can feel it building up in me and threatening to erupt.

Restlessness.
shit.

ANYWAY (I just edited this because it seemed nearly socially unacceptable to post more than 3 posts in an hour)

I just found a few poems and other things I'd written on my laptop that I never ever thought of posting but I suppose I really should have although you might be quite sick of my teenage ramblings and it's mainly about this one person. So I guess starting tomorrow I'll post them one a day although they may seem a little too soul baring but I do want it to be read but I know people don't actually but never mind. (as you can see my anger has subsided thus is a hormonal teen)