this is my real diary.
the one where nobody i know has access.
the real feelings
and nobody i know can criticize
or debate.
tell all your friends.
i'm back. ♥

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yeah, they call me a crush slut.
and you know, it's kind of true.

( i want you to want me. )

this isn't a fucking joke anymore.
mom, i love you. but sometimes you forget that you are the mother, here.
i can't keep wiping your tears away from yr face
and paying for our dinner as your run out of the restaurant.
i can't keep watching you cry
telling you not to worry.
BECAUSE I WANT TO FUCKING CRY TOO.
BUT I CAN'T.
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when i mention i just had the worst week of my life, he asks why.
but when i say "no." he just holds me a little closer.

[thank you]

"mom. don't cry. we're okay, now."
'what? do you just turn it off?'
"yes."
'i wish i could.'

( shh. this is a secret. )

my guidance counselor called me down to talk about "the incident."
welcome to the school of undesirable conversations.
she told me it was my vice principal who told her all about it.
welcome to the hell of unnecisary rumors.

we touched.
we rocked.
we rolled.

the world will be so disapointed in me. your not the one that i was reserved for, prettyboy.

it's the thing to do.

yellowcard sang to me. something corporate sang to me.
(due to the loss of my beloved converse sneakers and my socks, they did sing to me from far away- seeing as i was not able to be in the mosh pit. but they still sang damnit.)
but it was the HOTT boy behind the counter asking me for a hug that made my night.

i'm all in favor of nice strangers.