robin cooper

falling tulips

my eyes hurt very much.

and i have a massive migraine.

i just survived the first three-way call attack.

the pressures of trying to be popular.

i'm suppose to be cool and hip,

but i'm not cool nor hip i'm robin

cooper, that's who i'm suppose to be.

i hate being mean to the geeks and telling them

to do my homework. once again, this is the pressure

of being popular!

maybe this isn't the lifestyle i shouldn't be living in, seriously.

but this not the main problem, my friends are telling me

they witnessed daniel, my boyfriend, kissing the queer jewish

atheist himself, isaiah. i deny it anyways, daniel isn't

queer . they are just jealous, that is all.

sometimes i wish everyone could see me behind

all the plaster of popularity, just see all

the drug and alcohol abuse. yeah, that's right,

i've taken drugs. i had a hypodermic needle in my

arm, i sniffed a white powder substance before.

yeah gulped down corona light, eight bottles

straight until i was knocked out on the beach.

i have hidden secrets, but i'm not going to

relase them anytime soon.

it'll ruin my reputation.