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i hate when people act and talk like a baby to try and get attention. because then they get the attention, and its rediculous. i dont like how people point out the bad things. there's not enough compliments. i don't like not knowing where im going next year. i hate how my back hurts all the time. im excited to go ski this weekend, but im scared i ( Read more... )

sometimes i think of you. but when i look up, i see nothing. and that is exactly what my heart is made of. but when i walk through the empty halls, i avoid stepping on the cracks. it's a habit, like when i open a new box of crayons. i take out the black crayon. i take it and throw the colorless crayon across the room. that is when i think you two ( Read more... )

i'm never going to be anybody.
i'll always be a nobody.
it sucks to find this out
but it lets me know what to expect,
and im expecting nothing.

whydidhehavetodissapear?

this week has been rough.

i just cut my brothers hair because he put what looks like steps into the side of his head.

back to my europe project.

i'll be doing this and that
and maybe i'll run into you
i'll hide of course
behind the books
and make you wonder
was that her?

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i dont even know what the weather is like outside
but thats ok. because all im worried about is getting through the day
ive got my CD here with me and a stereo
and thats all that matters
because i dont care about tomorrow

its the perfect time. and hes the perfect boy.

i just read some of my moms poetry from when she was 20
she inspires me in so many ways.
she's the most artistic person i ever met AND the best artist i know

tomorrow will be a day spent in nyc. im going to take lots of photographs.

goodnight all.

he said he'd love me forever
what he really meant was he'd love me till he was done using me.