You know I'm only here for one reason
you know that, don't you?
I know that I could care less about anything else
you know that don't you?

protest.
blap blap.

NATASHA, YOU BETTA BE THERE
what's your number?

good ol' Toronto
I'm going to try to make my hair stick up amazingly high
but I might fail. Anyways... look for the electrocuted hair do.

I feel disconnected from my body
 It doesn't work with me.
It changes and bubbles and ages whether I want it to or not.
I feel that under my skin I'm being dragged through the last moments of childhood, kicking and screaming.
I feel so typically seventeen, and that in itself upsets me to.

I hate how my heart pounds like it's supposed to when someone I ( Read more... )

I'll finish with an update
because writing hasn't been fun like it used to.

Inspiration is hard to find in a music box.

Anyways, update.

Sam and I are back together once again.
Can't help thinking about what that man said before he left.
I had a kidney infection?
I'm ok now.
I like Sum41 and 3oH!3 (oh god. I know)
I'm counting down the days until January ( Read more... )

1. A picture of you in your room.


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Everything is for you
the boy that can read me
but chooses not to

Everything here is for him
the boy with a soul like the waves

Everything here is like the lakeshore
Everything here is for you

 I will look back on this ( Read more... )

it opened up wide
the way the sky might open up to let the rain fall
I did my best to ignore it but it was there in all its horror movie madness
find a cloth, clean the floor
done and done

1. I'm a drunk. I'll explain later. But damn ( Read more... )

I'm looking for a person who looks like Baby Spice
a person who can play the harmonica
a person who chain smokes more than I do
a person who will take off their clothes in public
a person who looks beautiful staggering down Yonge St. with a wine bottle in hand
a person who will listen, a person who will talk.

But mostly I just want a coffee.

Either one ( Read more... )