Hate

I hate your smile, I hate your face
I hate your kiss, your warm embrace
I hate the way you flip your hair,
But what I hate even more is when your not there
I hate the way you walk, and the way you talk
I hate the way you wink at me,
I hate that you see things other people don't see
But what I hate the most is that I have the heart and you have the key
I hate the way you make me feel like my heart is stolen
I hate how you make my head feel swollen
I hate how you make me think all of this is true
But what I hate the most is how you make me love you

Head vs. Heart

I have always said follow your heart. It always seemed easy, and the right thing to do. But the thing is I never realized in order to protect your heart you can't follow it. When ever it's most important I can't seem to follow my heart.
In my heart I know your the one. I know I can fall without looking and know your there. In my heart I see me in your arms you holding me tight. I see everything right.
But in my head it can't be true. How do I know that I can fall for you? In my head I not only look once, but twice before I fall. Or maybe not even fall at all.
My heart and my head are battling a brutal fight. Either way someone's going to end up hurt. If that is true then how can this be right? I hate this bend in the road, the curve in the street.
But no matter what my heart can't be beat.

The Real Secret Life of An American Teenager

Believe it or not the average teenager is not pregenant. Yes there are some pregnant teenagers out there, more than you would expect, but doesn't mean they are normal. No one really knows what normal is exactly, but I for one don't see it as that. In my not so normal life, I have loving friends and family, people who stab me in the back with a freshly sharpened knife, boy trouble, and the usual drama. Welcome to my life. My completely and udderly not normal life. These are my writings on the wall.