Resignation.

I am resigning from the phunk. I don't really deserve to be in it, I broke the trust of one of my fellow sisters and made her upset and somewhat ruined her chances at happiness, which I'm sure breaks some unwritten rule that we have. so before I resign I would like to write one that states the following:



You may not purposefully make another member of the phunk upset, sad, depressed or any other emotion that should apply to negativity, except anger because we all know that is unavoidable especially when you're us.



Okay so I have created a rule of the Phunk I guess that you all can vote on it whenever, but my vote wouldn't count seeing as of 1...2...3....Now, I am no longer a member of the phunk. I love everyone of you and I hope all of your problems get better at some point in time. I have a message for each of you and a lovely little poem that I wrote when I decided to do this.



Lekey: I love you, and thank you for talking to me in world civ., and at lunch these past few days, that time has really helped me try and think that everything was normal and helped me from falling into a crumpled heap of emotion, which we all know I've done a few times recently. Oh yeah and orange crush hoodies *tee hee*



Taylor: Thank you for taking the time the other day to hear me out and I thank you for somewhat supporting me seeing as you can somewhat relate to it. I also thank you for every time you have ever sang to me to comfort me it truly works and makes me calm down and think maybe it's not so bad. Maybe you should tell Tim whats wrong more often because he really loves you and wants to help, the only thing is he thinks he can fix everything because he's a guy, and as you and I know no matter how much they want to they can't. I love you, Taylor and I hope that you somewhat try to take that little amount of advice.



Laura: I did something very wrong to you and would do anything to have a time machine to go back and fix it, I've known you since about kindergarten and have been a loyal friend to until know, I only did one thing but I think it was one of the worst things I could have done to you,and it hurts me that I did it to you, it make same feel like the worst person in the world. You have been nothing but loyal to your friends and i know that it hurts to find out that the loyalty is not being returned. You have proved a very good friend to me for the past four years, and a very sturdy support for when times were rough for me which is pretty much always. Yesterday I could tell you were trying to be nicer and it felt good to me somewhat except of course the glares but I deserve them so its fine. I can't express to me how much that meant to me that you were trying when I didn't deserve anything, Laura you are the nicest person I know and I love you.



Hannah: We've been friend since we were two years old and we have gone through everything in the world together, I can't tell you how angry it makes me when you are upset and frustrated I get when I can't help, Hannah you as you know have been my bestest, best, best friend for twelve years, and we have had many fights but I wouldn't trade the world for the memory of them. I love you a lot and I hope more then anything that the world and your problems get better for you, and if truly necessary I can try and do something for you even if I'm not in the phunk anymore. Hannah please try to not be so sad all the time because I will be watching over you from the background, and I don't want to have to break my new set boundary and either kick someones ass or help make you happy.



Okay well here is that poem thingymabob, and good bye guys.

Welcome to my home. Hell within the dome. People with black robes passing by. Couldn't see past their mask, even if you try.

See the smiles on the real ones face? See the tears leaving their trace? See the red glowing eyes behind the mask? See the blue eyes of the Angels after his task?

In ones face, the one with the tear trace. The one with the red eye. The one who refuses to really cry. The one with the blood all over their robe. The one known threw out the globe. The one with the small smile on his face. A smile hidden behind her mask. A smile, one not to ask. A smile hidden in the heart. The one whom lives with a missing part. The red eyes will turn blue only past the mask can you see what’s true. The mask of emptiness. The mask of cold. The mask as hard as gold. The mask full of the lies told. A dark mask for a dark heart. But not if your really smart. Look behind the red eye. You will see what wants to cry. You will see an Angel fly. You will see a wounded heart die. You will see, an Angel behind a Demons eye.

~Heather formally of the Phunk