http://www.livejournal.com/users/withoutheart

all this journal is now is memories of you and how you hate me probably about as much as i miss you.

"it's hard to know who you are when you are caring around baggage. so i let it go. it's a survival thing."

goodbye. hope your life brings you to bigger and brighter things then i could have.

fuck everyone who ever put me down ( Read more... )

YOU DON'T KNOW ME SO STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DO.

dis·pos·a·ble (d-spz-bl) adj.
Designed to be disposed of after use

ex·pend·a·ble (k-spnd-bl) adj.
Not worth salvaging or reusing
Not strictly necessary; dispensable

I've been folding myself ( Read more... )

Friday:
xxxxx: My neck hurts.
Me: Yah, that's because you have a giant hickey.

BAHAHA GENIUS.

Saturday:
Me: Why the hell are your waffles soggy?
Jordan: I couldn't find your toaster so I put them in the mircrowave.
Me: That is so white trash.
Jordan: Hey shutup, they're good!

You know what's funny?
YOUR LIFE.

if it wasn't you, it would be somebody else.

YOUR LOOKS ARE CUTTING ME INTO PIECES
AND STILL I CANNOT FIT INTO THIS SPACE