so we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight...
never again. i'll slit my throat with the knife i pulled out of my spine. maybe when you find out that i'm dead, you'll realize what you did to me. and if my lungs still let me breathe, will you be there for me? if i can make myself believe, i'll give you back what you took away. no, i won't let it go. douse myself in gasoline. so don't save me when you come into the fire. i'd rather die than have to see your smile. and if my lungs still let me breathe, will you be there for me? if i can make myself believe, i'll give you back what you took away. you made me swear. i can't sleep. realize all these things that you took from me. smash my heart into dust. suffocate my mind. tear at me from inside. smash apart what you created. how can i ever stop you from crushing my soul? it was yours to begin with... -Silverstein (Smashed To Pieces)
"now honestly how could you say those things? when you know they don't mean anything. and you know very well. that i can't keep my hands to myself, hands to myself. i wanna hate you so bad. but i can't stop this anymore than you can..."
i love these tbs lyrics.
anyways...not much exciting has been going on. i hung out w/ mark most of yesterday afternoon and night. we drove to webster to get pizza, then to his house to get his FF7 and 8 games he left there. then we went back to my house to play PS2 and then decided to go to the mall. we didn't buy anything as usual...and i even had money this time. weird. his car is a piece of crap and i'm afraid that some day the doors will fall off and i'll die.
i think i should start charging people to touch my butt. i would be a gazillionaire. speaking of which, i believe i may be going to the movies on friday with the wonderful James William Boutilette (doesn't he have the best pirate name ever!??). i think we're going to see Ocean's 12 and when i told him i never saw Ocean's 11...he laughed at me. psh. i guess i'll have to rent it or something so i can be "cool" like everyone else who's seen it.
next time i talk about ryan briggs...punch me or something. i miss him alot and all...but i think i've far surpassed the point of being obnoxious about it. you all know the whole story and i'm sure you don't care anyways.
i'm in the library right now and this is one shitty computer. the keyboard is really loud and i feel insecure because everyone keeps looking at me because i type so fast.
the subject of this post is a line from 'the great gatsby' if no one caught that...which they probably didn't.
i love you all...and i need to post more often. leave oodles and oodles of comments about how much you love me. :)
<3 Carol-Anne <3
"now honestly how could you say those things? when you know they don't mean anything. and you know very well. that i can't keep my hands to myself, hands to myself. i wanna hate you so bad. but i can't stop this anymore than you can..."
i love these tbs lyrics.
anyways...not much exciting has been going on. i hung out w/ mark most of yesterday afternoon and night. we drove to webster to get pizza, then to his house to get his FF7 and 8 games he left there. then we went back to my house to play PS2 and then decided to go to the mall. we didn't buy anything as usual...and i even had money this time. weird. his car is a piece of crap and i'm afraid that some day the doors will fall off and i'll die.
i think i should start charging people to touch my butt. i would be a gazillionaire. speaking of which, i believe i may be going to the movies on friday with the wonderful James William Boutilette (doesn't he have the best pirate name ever!??). i think we're going to see Ocean's 12 and when i told him i never saw Ocean's 11...he laughed at me. psh. i guess i'll have to rent it or something so i can be "cool" like everyone else who's seen it.
next time i talk about ryan briggs...punch me or something. i miss him alot and all...but i think i've far surpassed the point of being obnoxious about it. you all know the whole story and i'm sure you don't care anyways.
i'm in the library right now and this is one shitty computer. the keyboard is really loud and i feel insecure because everyone keeps looking at me because i type so fast.
the subject of this post is a line from 'the great gatsby' if no one caught that...which they probably didn't.
i love you all...and i need to post more often. leave oodles and oodles of comments about how much you love me. :)
<3 Carol-Anne <3