At sixteen it was taken away. At twenty, in September, it was given back. 
At twenty in January, it was taken away again.

Being hated doesn't bother me, and the awful things you will say about me can roll off my back.
But never telling you what it meant. Never telling you anything anymore. That, I cannot live with.

I gave someone my whole heart and I ( Read more... )

It must have to always be this way. And there will be others. And it will all be the same. You put yourself in this, little girl. Even if you get out of this, there is no getting out of this.

"You fall down,
You kiss up,
You love them,
It's not enough."

Fuck you.

For once I can say that life is good ( Read more... )

I guess these entries were meant to be misunderstood.

I hope you know that I would never hurt you again. I don't want to lose anymore friends. (this one is for you)

I take back every hurtful thing I've said to anyone out of my own weakness.

Unless you are a squished-faced white boy or an insane polar bear.

Don't make it out like you were that close.

Stop pretending that you didn't talk your own amount of shit.

In fact, I heard it from your mouth first.

NEWS GUYS! Loyalty doesn't make you a dog.

Give up this ghost. Give him up?
Stop wasting money, time, help?
Stop.
And please.
Please.

This past month has reminded me of something I used to carry with me into every situation.

I put that fucking wall up for a reason.

I'm not sure why I let it down for those people.

The engagement party went over well enough thanks to over $250 of alcohol ( Read more... )

This always happens in January ( Read more... )