We got stuck in the same homeroom,
with a teacher we didn't like,
and no one we could really talk.

You sat next to an empty desk,
I sat next to Kosinski,
the "most popular" dork in school.

During class I would sneak away,
and sit at your empty desk,
in the corner in the back of the room.

Atleast until the teacher yelled at me,
to get back to my own desk,
because I was disrupting our "learning enviornment".

We were best friends that whole year,
we did everything together,
and sat by each other at lunch.

We told jokes together,
always laughing at our own inside jokes,
the ones they didn't understand.

We were a mystery to everyone,
all the teachers loved to hate us,
all the other kids left us alone.

We were Alyssa and Catherine,
the "weird ones",
who carry notebooks everywhere.

That year in seventh grade,
we always hung out together,
and were on each other's team in gym.

During summer break,
We went to the mall and movies,
and you burnt me my first Em cd.

We came back in eighth grade,
and were in the same homeroom again,
and you got to sit right next to me this time.

We cracked on the teacher,
and told jokes all the time,
and it was just like in seventh grade.

You were my best friend,
and I would tell you anything,
and you would tell me everything I missed.

Something changed,
cuz then you started to leave me,
and you'd still hang out but it wasn't the same.

We'd sit in the stairwell after school,
and read our stories to each other,
cuz we could trust eachother.

We sat by eachother at lunch,
talking about the food together,
until the day something happened.

A teacher took something from a friend,
something that was mine,
a bunch of pictures of people.

It wasn't a big deal,
except some of those pictures were weird,
and the teachers wouldn't understand the meaning.

I guess you thought I blamed you for it,
but I never ever did,
and so you say that's the reason you don't call.

We're not best friends anymore,
we don't even talk at all, and I wonder why,
because Catherine, i thought you were my best friend.

Someone once taught me that it doesn't matter what other people think of you as long as you like yourself.  That's what I live by.

"Your anger is a gift"-Rage Against The Machine
"Only God can judge me" Tupac Shakur

Someone once taught me that it doesn't matter what other people think of you as long as you like yourself.  That's what I live by.

Liefhe alle ten spijte van duivel.

*You only live once, so live it to the fullest and have fun!

*gurls are sweet, Gurls are nice, but im the gurl with whip cream and ice

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I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust.

Somewhere out there a cow is laughing at you