swallow purple terror candy, don't forget to breathe..sickened by the wanting, and drowning from the need..this dichromatic vision of the one who does not care..to sipping cocktail sedatives..two months to hide somewhere..butterflies, butterflies..cut my stomach out and hand it over..butterflies,butterflies..my heart will be the bridge you walk ( Read more... )

sometimes at night, i surround myself with blankets and stuffed animals..bury myself in my pillow..and cry until it's so soaked that i have to sleep on a new one. i hate how i look when i cry, i hate how i look when i'm upset, when i wake up, when i sleep, when i yell, scream, laugh, smile. i hate how i look when i'm trying to be serious or when i' ( Read more... )

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yeah..i stole this from youu..i hope you don't mind? lol.<3 ( Read more... )

well today i realized that what i thought was a process of getting over you..was a process of being in love. and it's wierd how one minute everything is beautiful and the next..it's a beautiful disaster...or how everything is tearing at the seams and then..it's all put back together. and i never know what comes first.. and there is always an ending ( Read more... )

( let the good times roll )

i don't know what you do to me, but it's obvious that it's something because even when i'm out having fun, you find a way to pop into my head. and i can't even sleep without dreaming of you. and when i'm alone, i'm wishing you were there with me. i may not love you how you want me to, i may not treat you like i should sometimes..but even when you ( Read more... )

awe..

( memories..memories.. )

oh..

is there something not quite right?

and i feel like i'll never get you back. i feel like you don't want me back and i feel like things will never be the same. and i miss you so much it hurts. i hate you not walking me to class. i hate not talking to you and not being able to hug you or kiss you. and i hate laying in bed for hours at night thinking about all we've been through. i hate ( Read more... )

i hate how i stay up at night with tons of ideas in my head and i can't wait to write them down..so when i wake up i spill my heart out and then after school..i have another story to tell. why do i depend on my journal so much when i have great friends i can count on? and i love being told i'm your best friend. sometimes, i think it would be easier ( Read more... )