Do You Find Me Dreadful?

Hey, I found this poem I wrote last year. I have no clue why I wrote it, and no clue what I had in mind, but it sounds like I'm talking about something suicide related. ((No worries, I'm not quite suicidal, I mean that it's about the view of someone who may be.)) BUT, it does have some positive comparisons of life and love, so really, it's kind of an upper! Maybe....Sort of......You tell me!

Nothing's Not Real

Do they mean it?
What's up? Nothing.
What's goin' on? Nothing.
Who can distinguish,
From nothing and something?
If nothing's up,
Nothing happens.
They lie:
What's that? Nothing.
Whatcha doin'? Nothing.
Life is something.
Nothing is death.
Nothing's not something,
So nothing's not love.
Nothing is hatred.
Nothing is scars.
Nothing's reality.
Something is real.
Nothing's not something.
Nothing's not real.
--MRS'05


So guess who I ran into! JT and Dillan. Yep. Two of the brain-brigade that I hate with every fiber of my being. At least Dillan didn't try to talk to me. JT just decided to tell me I was incredibly rude. He's such an idiot. I hate him so much. ANd he's there being all nice to my friends and pretending to forget about the torment he put me through two years ago. He didn't even do the majority of the harassment. That was Dillan. Whatever. I could wring both of their little necks. So, yeah. I'm going to go get some sleep 'cause I work 10-5 again at Flynn & O'Hara tomorrow and I'm getting further into my dark place, right now.


Here's The Clincher, this should be you.


---Scottie: I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself. Know that I could crush you with my voice.