Ideas

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You don't understand me, I'm not like other people and my ways are different to what a nornal person would think. That is probably the part you don't like. You call me horrible names if I don't have questions to your focked up answers, I look at you or I just say "I don't know", for saying such things I get a slap in the face. Thoughts and pictures go through my mind which actualy makes me shead a tear. You told me I have no future if I continue what I do, I don't study, that's all. You make a big fuss outa things and go over board with your arguements. That temper of yours frightens me an makes me scared. At times I wana run away or go live by dad. I have no privacy other than this place to express myself.

Even if there is love between mother and son, I still hate you. P.S you a bitch

Ideas are what drives your mind wild and slowy lets you drift into space.

There are times where you can't stop thinking of this 1 person or that shoe you saw through the window.

Words, numbers, colours and shape makes up your imagination. I have just given you an idea, keep it and let it sink in.

Everything you think is part of an idea!