A Bluebird's Song

~Waking up to silence lately has been getting to me, these grey skies and foggy nights create more shadows than needed, and my imagination creeps into the crevices of horror.~

Haha, that's my shitty poetry for the day. Lessee, now, my life, my life, my father is choosing favorites over my siblings, he feels sorry for my little sister, so now he's trying to promote her. Every conversation, he tries to enter her into it, "You know, Tory, Miranda is smart!" "Um..that's great, what does that have to do with buying a new CD?" I am getting mad that he's doing this, he can't even talk to me anymore, all he thinks about is her, her, her, her *Marsha Marsha Marsha, that's all you talk about* I knew that sounded familiar...anywho. I haven't been as weak lately as I used to be, I mean, all this week I wasn't eating and wasn't sleeping, and just felt tired and weak. Ms. Maxey truly hates me. She just wants me dead. I can tell, the way her eyes glare at me with anger. Oh and while I'm at it, I'm listening to this new Alicia Keyes CD, and its pretty good, I'm glad we got it. I also just remembered this old biker jacket I have in my room that I haven't worn since summer. I think I'll wear it tomorrow, just for the hell of it, but I'll probably forget. I won't talk about Carson yet. No, don't bring him in yet. For now, I'll talk about everything else..well, Goodnite!