Mmm
Now I'm a "s2pidwhore" or something like that... People hacking into your buzznet is always nice. What the fuck? Way to go, rub the obvious
Realization #1:
I'm a fool. A complete fool.
One of my close friends, Lisa, ODed 3 weeks ago from Ecstasy. She was in acoma for 3 weeks and
The screech of tires before the carcrash that never comes, "It'll get better," they tell you.
Now the question is, do you choose to believe them?
So... Apparently I have come to realize that nobody actually, truly cares about me. Everyone is
It was like a bad scene in a good movie.
He was riding away while I was calling his name.
Literally... Tried sneaking out to meet Shane but apparently I was late. Right when I got
Everything is alright.
Every time I glance in your eye, I feel safe. Reassured. I know I'll be alright as long as I'm in your arm. And now
I'll pull you in and bite your lip and make you mine.
I feel lonely. Basically this entire week I've stayed in my room and spun sabre. It's like a god damn trap. With no escape. I
They call us vicious.
Wow, I think I succeeded in sleeping the day away which is really strange because I hate sleeping. It seems like a waste of life.
Anyways...
oh my.
I'm on a permanent swoon-high, so if you catch me giggling like a mental 4 year old don't be surprised or terrified. It's a side-effect.
I'm
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
He asked me. He asked me. He asked ME.
And I said yes.
And he's so nice.
And ahhhhhhhhh.
Me spazzing out.
Let's get our gats out and shoot some faces in.
MINE FIRST!
The world could finally see again.
Be happy. Don't sulk. Carpe Diem.
Why bother? I'm just having a really shitty, shitty time right now and I












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