Im feeling young n restless and too heavy to breathe.
Congradulations to all those beautiful kids in chicago. I hate you all. Fob is playing on my senior prom night. The prom i am not going to, does it get any better?
shut the window, love. keep the world outside. I don't want to think about anyone
but the footsteps are getting louder, drowning out the sound of the rain, as it knocks on the windowsill. I'm not answering the phone - let it ring. lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb. the ground is getting closer and the sky is falling down.