Poetic Justice, early morings, and sleep deprived teenagers

How poetic, a 13year old girl held up in her room after a quorell with her parents. Thus goes on the storm. I, tring not to hurt there feelings, them, being a**holes, I trying not to go mental, then failing horribly, bring on the rain. Angry people, backstabbing, who the hell starts a fight over flipping shoes? Why the hell is it so hard for us to tell the person we are mad at we are mad, not our friend, who tells a friend, and so on and so forth, eventially to be related to the person in question, only to start and intirly new, perhaps more difficult problem then the previous. Cloweded minds bring cloweded judgment, thus creating inner torment, confusion and a big helping of self doubt. This could all be contributed to hormones, or sleep depervation. If the latter of the two is the reason, Mrs. Peoples is to blame. For though hath no furry like a sleep deprived girl. My ever so clever moddo of a small town being like a small stage, us teenagers and our drama providing the moive dosn't allways hold up. For the ending of a movie is the best part, if people can't get over there foolish egos and pride then I fear there won't be an end or a brake in this feature film, and some of us need to go the bathroom. Thy sky is showing its furry with the thunder. A while back Kristen wrote an essay expaning why she didn't/shouldn't have to tell what political party she was. I never had a chance to read it though i wish I had. I understand not wanting to offand anyone and there views with your own, I think if you truly belvie you should STAND up for what you belive. Its hard sometimes, most of the time, okay well all of the time, God shall lead you THREW troubeled waters not around them. I just don't understand the point in having free beliefs if you don't stick up for them. The storm is heating up, but tomarow, we shall have a rainbow.