She lives in a fairy tale, Somewhere too far for us to find. Forgotten the taste and smell, Of the world that she's left behind. It's all about the exposure, the lens, I told her. The angles were all wrong now. She's ripping wings off of butterflies.
since i posted my livejournal link on my myspace, i decided to clean it up. many of my entries can only be read if you're my friend, to prevent any creepers from being creepy. i deleted a lot of my pointless posts too. so, if you'd like to read my entries, be my friend :)
i have officially given up on life. not in a bad way though. i'm done caring about what people think about me once and for all. i shouldn't have to impress you if i don't know you, and changing my appearance on the outside isn't gonna change the way i am on the inside.