so we chatted about charlie manson and pineapples. and it was nice. very very nice. ^_ ( Read more... )

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a week and a day
kill me
sigh. he calls to say he's not sure... whats that supposed to be?

i'll never say the words and change my mind. never again.
especially not from a million miles away

im being accused of wasting shampoo.

have i mentioned that i miss home?
because i do.
alot alot alot.

anyway, things are fine. if you care, im gonna be home on sunday the 22nd, late ish, so gimme a call and we'll make plans.

blah blah blah.

now im being rushed.

days are now hours that are turning into minutes...
i dont wanna be out of his arms for even one second.

my goodness.

what is there to say.
other than that its done.
done done done.

highschool's over.

woot.

and we sat on the hood of the car in the pouring rain, blasting the music so much we shook. and that was enough, you know, just sitting there, the cigarette smoke dissipating into the inky blackness of the night, huddled together on the hood of isabella.

its funny what music makes you remember.
hey its alright, my life has never been a bed of

i dont understand human relationships ( Read more... )

carpet burn on my elbows and hip.
wrestling learnt me well, i think.
lol.

they say they dont want fame.
but they lie.

i cant wait to get famous.
tomorrow.

lol.