ITS TOO SOON
ITS TOO SOON.

He's so unhappy inside
He's serious with everyone
And he thinks he'll win you with his angry kiss
Acting like he has no needs
Wanting you to watch him bleed

Made for each other bet you pay me any mind
Just goes to show my continual decline
They say that I'll recover my love of her once in a while
But I don't know
I don't think so

WHY DO I OPEN MY MOUTH AND LET EVERY FEELING SPILL OUT.

if you read this, even if i don't speak to you often,
post a memory of me.

it can be anything you want, it can be good or bad just so long as it happened.
then, post this to your journal. see what people remember about you.

today is one of those days: my skin's being very soft, and i just want to be touched.

IM SORRY BUT i really think that the blue christmas lights are for hannukah. i mean, i could be wrong but it still bothers me when i see them next to santa clause or a huge twinkling crucifix.

OKAY SO THIS IS THE PHOTO JOURNAL AND I ALWAYS DELETE THE URL POST ON ACCIDENT SO IF YOU WANT TO SEE SOME PICTURES ADD IT EVERYBODY LIKES PICTURES

i wish you were between my sheets and not between all of those little creases in the meat of my brain because, oh honey, there are a terrible number of those and they're doing me no good tonight.

"Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It creates the failures. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic." - Anais Nin

i think that is sort of what you meant.

(this heart is)
these lips are a landfill.