she parked outside her house,
tinted windows closed.
sunglasses on.
hours passed then she finally found
what she was looking for.
the disappointed face of a stalker.

tough hands, scarred and broken
from protecting your tough heart
from words that were never heard,
but finally spoken..

i don't mind.
you're so kind.
pull the moon in closer,
you're strong enough for that, this time.

it used to be that nice anonymous comments and mean anonymous comments were equally distributed, so now that people only post anonymously when they feel like being a jerk, i've disabled anonymous comments. don't worry, you can still be an asshole to me, but unfortunately you'll have to let me know who you are when you do. i'm ever so sorry.

i saw you there, so unaware.
those hummingbirds all in your hair.

(i know it's just a lyric.. but i couldn't say what i really wanted to.)

if i've ever said anything that i didn't mean (to any of you), i take it back.

i think i'm starting to get my life straightened out... i no longer want to be old. i just want to be an adult. (but i'm caught between being a fucking teenager and a hard place) but at least i'm not striving to jump a generation.

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i don't want to grow up, anymore.

(never forget how you're feeling right now.)

music blows.

i miss my childhood thoughts.

so i got stood up..

i need a date. an innocent one...