its getting to the point where he's the only thing on my suddenly one-track mind-- like obsession. except its bad because he may as well not exist for all the contact we have ( Read more... )

sometimes it's really hard to wake up in the morning. because i don't know where i am or how to stand. and i'm thinking am i really that forgettable? and i wish i could. but all i can do is lay in bed next to my desire to dissolve into this crummy atmosphere. i never thought i'd miss you this much.
i don't have that boy anymore. i feel empty.

wow. haven't updated this badboy in a LOOOOOOOOOONG time ( Read more... )

we were headed towards lives of trechary writing what we thought was poetry. our chemical compositions contained everything but the chemicals and we never thought they would. bored of barbies we were growing up too fast. trying too hard to be the same as everyone else, trying so hard to blend into the caked foundation, glossed lips and shaky ( Read more... )

it definitely says a lot about our culture that one of our national holidays is essentially a day of condoned gluttony and football. your uncle sprawled out on the couch manages to slur out "i'm thankful for pamela anderson and.... BEER ( Read more... )

Lovers kiss under skies contorted with rage. The freezing wind whips against flushed cheeks almost touching. Warm liquids meld between hot chapped lips; quick cold fingers-like ice-in search of a better place to keep warm. Fur trimmed collars&&cashmere scarves-only the best for the young♥ in love.

someone needs to stop this. and you know it because i need their whispers like a loaded gun. you know you're super cute when you're scared. shh. it's okay. i know what to do to make you not afraid. ♥♥

burn it down until the embers smoke on the ground...

i totally drove this morning. like a hardcore 20 mph through my east amherst residential development. woot woot! [&&i got my permit in the mailll! my picture is so awful ( Read more... )

good morning sunshine, i miss the moon. i don't even remember last night. let's get it right. it's me and you. forget the moon? never. my nails are chipped but will painting them brown [to match my mood] really help me make a better impression? proabably fucking not-- because i'll still be a mess.

ps. i want to be delilahhh.

this is a vicious cycle. this cycle is vicious. this sucks ( Read more... )