Light the flame

My name is Amelia, and my full name is in alphabetical order.
I am nicknamed hoe legs.
No, you can't call me that.
Why?
Because you're lame.


I made this blog to vent and to tell about my life. (Yeah, I know it's boring. Deal with it.) I called it "Burning down neverland" for simple reasons. One, I wanted it to be something out of an Anberlin lyric. Two, my neverland is engulphed in flames right now. I am stuck in the middle of being too young or too old for everything. I'm going to be seventeen when I enter College/University next year. My parents never seem have time to listen and actually help. My best friends hate each other, and I am often dragged into the middle of it. Either for protection of another, or as the "choose sides."

How immature can people be?

I love these people, but sometimes I just want to stuff them into a microwave and leave it on high for twenty minutes. Then I feel guilty and end up being the "nice" child in all of it and then tell them what they need to hear the next day. Which, often enough, is too late.
Hate me, hate me, hate me, for every honest word that you postponed.