what breaks my heart is that you used to care.
i could tell you everything, and you would hold my hand,
kiss my cheek, and tell me that you would make everything better.
and the funny part is at best, you're just a good fuck.

i really can't believe this
"i miss you," bullshit.
friendship is a balance.
but you take and you take 
and i have nothing left to give.
i was always here when you needed me.
so where the fuck are you when i'm helpless?
where the fuck are you?

i can't finish anything on time.
i have a freckle on my toe.
i love dried flowers.
i'm scared of fire.
i get hurt easily.
i don't get mad.
i have more boy friends than girl friends.
i appear to be confident.
i trust quickly.
i like eisley and cartel alot.
theatre is what i do.
i think people who spread rumors are low.
i bruise easily.
i forgive, but it takes a ( Read more... )

i just want to be held
to be kissed
and to feel secure.
where the hell is my confidence?

i'm vulnerable.
and for once it's not bad.
i enjoy being around you,
and i just thought you should know.
=]

stop crying.
pick up the phone.
grow up.
why don't you understand?
all is not fair,
in love or war.

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i'm writing a book.

i watched the little mermaid today and as i sit wrapped in a blanket sipping my soup i realized that as much as a fairy tale relationship would be well, perfect, it would have to get old. ha. really old, really quickly. hells bells, i mean where's the chase, the scandal, the heartbreak ( Read more... )

i feel like such a fuck up.I must have judgement issues, or something. I can't stand when people are upset with my but i do these things to myself, and make them upset with me. I know I do. I have such a guilty conscience right now about everything going on and there's not a thing that anyone could say to make me feel better because I have screwed ( Read more... )