I've got a perfectly normal heart,
bruised and broken from within.
At times I don't know how to start
to let you in here.
So forgive me,
cause I don't know what to do.
When you look at me
there can be no hesitation,
there cannot be a close second to you.

I can't wait for this weekend.

I just wish everyone could write lyrics as well as Jesse Lacey does.

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I broke my birthday bad luck streak yesterday.
It was good. It was real good.
I'm probably the luckiest girl alive,
and you should all probably be jealous of me.

There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you,
But I hate myself instead.
There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.
I guess it's wrong to live life so lifelessly.

Nothing in life matters other than the fact that
this Saturday I will be with Jenny and Elaine. =)

I would just like you all to know that my apartment is haunted by a ghost named Duke. He is 82 years old, likes Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and is a real prankster.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.

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