I'm a child of a life on Mars

Happy New Years, ya'll. My school life has been resurrected. Sigh...Those 9 weeks have passed within a blink of an eye. Shame.. Well.. that person ain't in school anymore, which just makes me... I don't know. I'm having alot of mixed feelings..and they often turn to delusions. Psychopath in the making? It's just.. what is it about you that makes me still care?

Well, since you won't be hearing this.. maybe you might see this ;

                 We both know that you and I have only known each other in a short amount of time. But, somehow, I get this feeling that.. I know you. It's weird because I,myself can't comprehend it. Anyway, you can fabricate all you want but deep down inside that frozen heart of yours, you and I both know that the reason you talked to me was because you knew, out of all, that I was the only one who really understood you. You can try to hide it but the truth will never be perished. It's best to stay friends even if it kills me a little. I only want you to be happy, to find someone who'll accept that dark, demented mind of yours.. I admit, I loved you but this love is starcrossed. And if you knew me well enough, you'd know the more forbidden things are, the more I want to break the chains. You're a great individual, an artist of many things of your own perceptions.. And with that being said, never change that unique quality that you possess, because that's what captivated me in the first place. For now,  farewell.

                                                                                                                            Your psychotic lover.

Okay, humanity aside. School started. I sat alone in the back of the class. It's a good spot. Away from any source of sunlight because it's shielded by the solid, brick walls. I liked it, being alone, in my own world. But then I had to sit with someone. Ugh, why can't the teacher let me sit alone?! WHAT'S THE HARM?! Sigh. Some of my homies aren't here. Guess I'll just make some new ones. I'm fighting the urge to jump off the 9th storey of the building. It's just.. tough. But I'm gonna get through it.. I have to. There's no turning back. I wish I could though, travel back in time, all the way back to that very day just to correct some things. But, you know.. can't. Never could. Everything happened for a reason. I'm just finding what that reason is.

Two people actually called me " dark. " I mean, I know I am but I certainly did not expect people to actually say it to me. Am I that much of a sociopath? But it's fine. It's fun being psycho :)