Here's an old song I wrote last year after my dog broke into the bird cage. We lost 10 parakeets, some were eaten, the others flew away.
Well anyways, I don't think of this as a song of my grief over the pets (although it started out that way). It's like a sad love song...
Somehow, I always seem to go through the same cycle of POVs each year...

I lost my loves again
Ten today, snatched away.
And I.. can't love again.
After all these times, of giving second chances.
You.. said it'll be all right,
'Nd now I don't have the strength, to keep up the fight
So coax me with those silent 'sh's
"Darling, will just start again."
"Darling we'll just do it again."

British tea, or Injun tea--
What's it matter, to me.
Salty tears, or sweet blue tears
No one's there to wipe them
Changing, changing, changing, changing..
It always starts the same way
"Where you going with this, baby?"
Doesn't matter anyway.

I lost my loves again
Goodbye my bird, fly away.
And while I might fall dead today
Tomorrow's sun brings a new day
And tomorrow's just a few hours away.

Another poem of self pity and condemnationn.

On mibba, I called it Wistful thinking, but I think something concerning self-pity fits it much better. Enjoy:

Catch me! I’m slipping, falling—
My efforts to hide myself are futile
Every second I spend with you
Strips away my innocent facade.

I am the eager child listening to your bedtime stories,
Dreaming incessantly of that perfect world you promised me.
I refuse to wake up to the crack and stains of this flawed world;
Since real life is like this, I’d rather be blind than disillusioned.

But where have my dreams led me to?
Down the road of high hopes and expectations,
To the crossroads of disappointment and dejection.
No matter where I look, everyone is happier than me.

I reach for it, but I keep holding myself back.
Why can’t I have it? Why are they so special?
This jealousy, it’s enough to make you go mad with rage,
Wishing to desolate their lives, straight to my Hell.

Explain to me, if you would, the cause for my hideousness.
When did I become so damned horrific? Malicious? Pathetic?
Was I not once that pure-hearted child, waiting for a better world?
Or perhaps even then I was selfish and full of ill intentions.

Listen to me, only talking about myself.
How does the world call this? Self-centered?
I am the main character of this story,
Why should I concern myself in others’ matters?

Catch me! I’m slipping, falling—
It’s so hard to keep up this false front,
And I feel like screaming out the truth.
Prince, where are you to lecture me?

In the ASL Lab, without the ability to read manga.

Egad! What kind of godforsaken school do I attend? I ran out of quota for manga sites really quickly today , so I can't keep reading my current series, "D: Becca didn't bring her laptop, Angelynn & Melissa seem to be using it, and Ben also ran out of quoto, so there's no one that I can trade laptops with... unless I went on a teacher's laptop, but that's not gonna happen D;
Anyway, I'm in ASL since there's no college class on Fridays, and like always, I'm bored. I guess I COULD be working on my AcaDec speech, since tomorrow's the beginning of competition, but I feel like leaving that to afterschool at home with my nagging father. I performed really horribly in front of my principal and 2 teachers today... don't really care about the students part.
I've been thinking: have I been more cold-hearted than usual lately? Yesterday, I was telling Mom and my sister about the Twitter incident with Holly and Nico, and Rebecca scolded me, saying that she was my friend (and I replied, "She is?"). Also, when Nico asked what I plan to be when I grow up, I simply answered, "Rich. And powerful. Not so much famous, but that would be nice to."
Am I really that pathetic? I don't even care about happiness? Me? No... although, it's true I don't really care about anyone except Rebecca and my parents and any particular guy that I think is cute (the last category can't really apply to me currently; unfortunately, the guy I think is cute is actually a huge bimbo who only hits on ugly girls... or isn't attracted to power-hungry bitches, IDK). So I'm a little low on the self-esteem bar lately; so what? I'm getting good grades (kinda- my first science test of the semester was a 19/23).
Well, I'm perfectly content with manga, but I guess I should make a little effort in the other aspects of life if I want to be able to do nothing but manga-related stuff when I get older. For now, however, I think I'll just blog.
SacAnime isn't coming up until September, so I guess I better start thinking of a cosplay outfit. Something recognizeable to original, which takes out just about all of them, since all the famous animes have been done already. I could just dress up as gothic lolita, but then I'll just feel like I'm attending a Halloween party, plus I won't be able to assume that character's personality! Maybe I'll start watching Shugo Chara? I should also look into Death Note and all the other popular Shonen, etc. that I don't read if I want to know how my character should react to other characters. Good homework for the summer!
Which reminds me-- my piano recital has been pushed back to May, thank God. ;D If it was in March, I would go absolutely ballistic. My piano lesson went of REALLY bad yesterday
EHH!??!? What's this?!?? REBECCA HAS HER LAPTOP?!?? Why did she tell me otherwise?!?How cruel... well, I'm about to start an assignment for History with her, so when we're done (an event which I will make sure will arrive very quickly). Afterwards, I WILL TAKE HER LAPTOP!!!
Okay, gotta go. Talk to ya later! xD
*EDIT* Rebecca said it wasn't that she didn't have a laptop-- she also ran out of quota. DAMN DAMN. DAMN.

Cute way to cheer me up.

Adorable.