I found her
I found her
I found her
(period).

Let's see what else is up.

Nothing.

I want to talk to my Alicia, now. But she's a whore and is away. I also want to meet this Bekkah. Hmm.

So bury me in memory.

This page is dedicated to my long-lost Alicia Cahillene.

WANTED:


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I am not someone's property. I can do as I please; I am independent. Therefore, I'm not going to feel sorry if I talk to someone, and further I am not going to let another third party make me feel guilty. It's not right ( Read more... )

I'll just hide behind this smile and act like everything is normal.

What would you do if ( Read more... )

I can't count how many times and how many people ditched me in the past week. It's fucking awesome. It just makes me realize none of them were actually my friend, which is depressing because most of them, I considered, my good friends ( Read more... )

She smiles. His hand touch hers. She utters a muttered giggle, and reciprocates the gesture with equal affection. The crowd, to this beautiful display admire the actors as they look away with discomfort. Eyes shot away with what seems as an attack to each individual; A sharp note from the orchestral box; A boastful presence of something the ( Read more... )

I'm slowly realizing I still don't know who I am. It seems like such a clichéd journey, 'to find themselves...' but it's so true. What the hell/why the hell am I doing all this? Where am I suppose to go after this? Is it all worth the sacrificing that I'm doing? Aren't most sucessiful people suppose to be out there and learning, and by learning I ( Read more... )

Got it?

So today was today ( Read more... )