It seems I am made up of one hundred dying roses.

One by one, each beautiful flower slowly withering.

Each insignificant petal falling.  Diminishing.  To be forgotten forever.

This scent is unbearable, knowing soon it will be perpetually nonexistent.

I think I’m on the edge.

The edge of something catastrophic?  Quite Possibly.

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This journal entry is dedicated to my most wonderful (and i must say HOT AND NAKED) darling friend, Cassey.


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( sometimes cheer compos are brilliant beyond brilliant )

( CHAUCER DAY )

someone please ask me how I am. ask me how my day went today, and really care about the answer..
because right now, i'm losing faith in just about every last one of you.
prove me wrong.

i want to start my english project, but i dont feel like it ( Read more... )

I WISH I...
were less naïve
had a better memory
had parents who understood me
were Hilary Duff
didnt have to work every day over break
sung like carli
could FEED THE WORLD

WHO MAKES ME LAUGH
heathiTy
alyx + carli
the boys
my nannie
kelly
joshie
halley + shanna

I MISS
how things used to be

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As some of you may have noticed, my hair is no longer its sissy shade of blonde. I've been needing a change and I do believe I've found the perfect solution. I'm going to be myself. No more smiling, no more Hilary Duff, no more pink. Just black. Like the night, like my broken heart. I can't hide anymore. As for now, Leave me be. I'm busy carving an ( Read more... )