Hello, my name's Connor. Not really a girl's name, but it's my name unless my birth certificate is lying. Age 13, annoyed by the usual things. I like writing poems, and they work better as a so-called "emotional outlet" than screaming into a pillow. I don't care if you like them or not. I don't care if you hate me or not. My reason I don't care? Let's just say it's not a new experience to me. So, have fun developing an opinion of me, wether it's a good one or not, my name's Connor Mock |
A word to the wise--
Get out of your head...
Once upon a time
In a place far from here...
Have you ever wanted
To just go outside...
Who decided on colors?
Who decided the sky is blue...
I'm tired.
Of pervy jokes at lunch...
Okay, "anything is possible" is a total lie! You CANNOT SLAM A REVOLVING DOOR! I TRIED! |
Am I evil if I wish she had succeeded? |
Don't knock on Death's door. Ring the bell and run. He totally hates that. |