Tell me if this is bullshit or not: I left a pair of pants at Rey's house a little while ago cuz he spilled shit all over mine, and I took a pair of his to go home in. Well, his stupid fucking friends threw my pants out the car window on the freeway about a day later cuz they think they're kewl or something, I don't know. Anyways, those pants ( Read more... )

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Why do I insist on putting myself through this still? He's not good for me, he won't treat me right...Yet I can't get him out my mind and my body won't forget his touch. I know I won't get anything out of this. I want all or nothing, he wants the in-between. It doesn't make me feel good about myself, but I don't want to let him go. Sometimes I ( Read more... )

If you're doing the old fashioned finger you're a dope. The finger is for lightweights. Here is what I started a while ago ( Read more... )

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions. no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything, If you don't, you get struck by lightening. I swear!

I feel like I'm holding a hand of Aces and Eights ( Read more... )

Just when everything was looking up, my world crashes down once again. I feel like such a drama queen. It would be so much easier if I had someone to hold me through this. I don't even want to share the burden with them, I just want to be held. I thought I found my holder, but he dropped me like a dog does shit ( Read more... )

I'm so freakin' bored. I'm stuck at my grandma's all spring break. Blah!!! The annoy me sometimes. And they're highly prejudice, so not kewl. I wish someone would come visit me ( Read more... )

I want to be the girl he says it to.
I want to be the girl he stays up all night talking to.
I want to be the girl he watches the stars with.
I want to be the girl he shares his feelings with.
I want to be the girl he trusts.
I want to be the girl he wants.
Why can't it be me???

I think there's something wrong with me. Well, that's obvious enough, maybe I should clear that up a bit. I have the worst memory of my past. I can remember things like finding a possum in the garbage can, or when the boys down the street chased me and Janette in my tree, but I can't remember anything important. My memories are like photographs ( Read more... )