so, you played a good game. i was lowwwkey in love and shit....but guess who shitted on u in the end??

haha, im laughing cause u thought u had me on lock

but i won haha

im sooo goneeeee

tonight was weird. too much cussing for me, maybe i am very sixteen, but i can't help that the words hit my ears so hard, and when they come from my own mouth, well, just forget about it. the worst thing in the world is hearing someone tell you how lovely you are, when you avoid mirrors like the plague. all i did yesterday was sit in the car and ( Read more... )

my hands are shaking (only a minor echo of what my mind's current activities are),

im tired of wondering when youre gonna fuck up.

there are over 6 billion people in the world, but sometimes you just need one.

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Yeah, these days, I've got a life and no one's there to live it. My hands are empty and all they seem to do keep reaching for something to hold on to, my body--made for running and jumping and laughing, now has the sole purpose of lying on a bed, and my eyes open only to shut again. I should feel content, full even, but my mind is restless and my ( Read more... )

Every time I miss you, I close my eyes and count to twenty. Because I don't get butterflies anymore, I get bumblebees--and I'm getting stung, every, every fucking day. I've gotten used to it though as I barely feel the wounds anymore. If I matter to you at all, then let me go..I don't have the heart nor the courage to do it.

the tears start streaming down your face when you get the first call
you know he's coming back to you
but you know he'll leave again.

i hate you, because you know i will wait for you forever.

Part of me has this delusion that I could walk up to you right now and look at you in your eyes and spit in your face. And I could say, ‘It’s done. I don’t feel a thing.’ But you and I both know that could never happen. Because as you said one day that seems quite distant and yet very near, ‘You could never stop talking to me. And I could ( Read more... )

it seems that the world is falling apart beneath your fingertips. your family is, in no uncertain terms, in pieces so small and fragmented you do not even have the motivation to count them. the person who you have devoted yourself to, seems to be on another planet, too distant for you to even reach out and touch. your best friend, the one ( Read more... )

Life is all about receiving. When you are born, you will receive a white and pink carousel horse with a shiny gold pole and beautiful flowers draped over the whole thing, straight out of little girls’ fantasies. When you are six years old, you will receive several dolls with their own computers, and wardrobes that match your own, and little shoes ( Read more... )