Sometimes...I write stuff...

He held on to it, all of it, all of those words: the words from the people who said he was nothing. He didn’t cry. He didn’t yell. He didn’t punch their smug little faces, or even a wall. He took the anger, that sticky heat, and let it coat his heart in sugary drips until it crystalized around it. He was cold, hard, and brittle. It was funny; funny how something so sickly sweet could make someone so bitter.

Point of View.

"I don't want the world to see me, cuz I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."

I was born with this constant need to feel understood. That's why I write this stuff. I don't want them reading between the lines and assuming that who I am is the girl in the congested hallways of my high school. I'm tired of people putting words in my mouth. I'm tired of people thinking they know me when they don't. Because so few people do.

So this is who I am. Scars. Dreams. Ugly tears. Because I have a point of view. I have a story to tell and this is where I tell it.

The Axis

"And when our city, vast and shitty, falls to the axis."

I guess you could say my last blog fell to the axis. So this is my new start. Well, kind of new. It wouldn't be hard to find this blog, it's under the same name afterall, but it might keep them from looking for a while. And that's enough.

I still need a place to deposit my thoughts. And this is it.

So, hey. I'm Danni Danger and I like to complain and this is where I do that.

Stay Dangerous,
Danni Danger