so i should probably be proud of myself... i finally did what i had to do.

but apparently its not so easy to feel good about yourself when you discover all you really are in actuality is a name next to a checkbox connected to a "delete" button.

no good at all.

"help, i have done it again..."

i'm curled up in the fetal position in the bath listening to "you're beautiful" by james blunt and not being able to cry, but feeling the water running off my hair and down my cheeks. faux-tears. the illusion of emotional release.

"i have been here many times before..."before i put my clothes on i sit down on the ( Read more... )

age of consent bitchezzz!

AHHHH!

before: (i had to put this in for the sheer sillyness of it all

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i heart california ( Read more... )

so this is why they call them "crushes"

more like someone fucking stomped on your chest and completely deflated your heart.

this is the point where i tear down any walls ive built up around me, collapse to my knees, and say "yes, i do need rescuing"

p.s. the dar/ani cover of comfortably numb is mesmerizing.

Ask me a question about each of the following:

1. Friends.
2. Sex.
3. Music.
4. My childhood.
5. Love
6. Drugs

No matter how rude, sexual, or confidential.
Then post this in your journal and see what questions you get asked! (unless you want to)

this is proof of my boredom, just do it to make me happy.

Step 1: Get your playlist together, put it on random, and play!
Step 2: Pick some lines from the first 10(im changing it to 15 because i feel like it fool!) songs that play!
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from!
Step 4: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly!

1) i am thinking its a sign, that the ( Read more... )

( for those of you who doubted... )