A
-Are you available?: yes
• What is your age?: 16
• What annoys you?: mosquito bites

B
• Do you know anyone named Billy?: i used to
• When is your birthday?: august 11

C
• What's your favorite candy?: milk duds
• Crush?: a few
• When was the last time you cried?: like 2 weeks ago wen i was drizzunk

D
• Do you daydream?: yeah i have a pretty intense ( Read more... )

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Ah, the constant playing of acoustics makes me feel like its really summer =) Mainly cuz it is! Every other summer is the summer of my life..and last summer sucked bawlz so you know what that meansssss ( Read more... )

" dont you care enough to let me go ( Read more... )

FRUSTRAAAAAAAAAAATIONNNNNNNN.

in the form of the sexual type.

i wish i had the bawlz to just say what i need to say to get what i wana get from a boy who i cannt read for shit,.

asdkfjhe;krljfher

oh alannis morrisette, its like you know me.

funny how sometimes you feel almost desperate as a person...then there will be someone totally and completely unexpected to show you the attention you might have been needing. It makes everything feel that much better.

today's homily was about anxiety and my perspective on it is totally changed. I'm done ( Read more... )

i'd be lieing if i said i didnt care at all. i'd also be lieing if i said i didnt see it coming ( Read more... )

" you had my heart, what more could you want? you know that it meant everything, now everything feels far too wrong. if only you had words to make the sadness i feel go away"

ever feel like no matter what you try, you do not succeed? ever feel like something is just a lost fucking cause. one of my good friends told me once that  in building relationships back up from a fall is a lot of frustratingly (is that a real word) hard work..but this much? and is this much that i'm putting in even gonna amount to anything tahts  ( Read more... )

Touch Me

Summer is late, my heart.
Words plucked out of the air
some forty years ago
when I was wild with love
and torn almost in two
scatter like leaves this night
of whistling wind and rain.
It is my heart that's late,
it is my song that's flown.
Outdoors all afternoon
under a gunmetal sky
staking my garden down,
I kneeled to the crickets trilling
underfoot as ( Read more... )