I'm Going Down In History As The Kid Who's Heart Broke To Many Times.
So my updates for this thing have become far and few. I could remember when I was obsessed with keeping this thing updated everyday. Heh now I don't care. AIM's not been to good to me lately but I guess that's okay because no one but my boyfriend, my friend from Hawaii, my friend who plays Adam Lazarra, and my friend from Australia talk to me, out of the 145 people I know. Rp comm's have been pretty good but i'm thinking of dropping out of a few because I seem to piss people off or I don't do something right and technically, as I have said, i'm shy so I don't really pm anyone. Blah bad Jacey I guess.
I need a new layout. Maybe A7X or Pete Wentz. I dunno but then again half of the graphics I do = shit anyways so I might ask someone who won't forget about me. Or maybe I should just do it myself who knows anymore. People these days are becoming more and more selfish and bitchy so I just back off.
I need new pictures of David Williams. I definitely need nice pics of emo boys for new chara's on a comm i'm in because my other chara's aren't cutting it. Oh well maybe I should just drop it all and be done with it.
Sorry for the bullshit coming up on your Friends Page.
Jace.
Ps. Here's some not important shit I wrote.
so i'm told it's okay to be broken because glue can fix anything, little did I know that it couldn't fix my broken heart. put the record on repeat then sit back and relax this is a ride you'll never forget. i'm tired of reading about the sheets I could be between if I had pushed a little more, said words that my tongue swished around in my mouth for days. I bit back the truth of my own heart because what lied before me was something I couldn't change. it was nice while it lasted, a wish I only get to make once. the only truth we ever shared was between sheets. somewhere between hands touching bodies and lips making marks I fell in love. now days later i'm using excuses to pick up the pieces of my heart. fake smiles and forced laughs to balled fists and unshed tears. the outside is pretty to look at though the inside's a wreck like two crashed cars with no suvivors. bottled up emotions make a good heart go bad. and my words to you are 'you wouldn't know a good thing If it came up and slit your throat.' I love you is a lie. like a dotted line across my heart with a 'please cut here' to ensure it's ripped in two. they say the eyes are the windows to your soul but is yours worth looking at?
I need a new layout. Maybe A7X or Pete Wentz. I dunno but then again half of the graphics I do = shit anyways so I might ask someone who won't forget about me. Or maybe I should just do it myself who knows anymore. People these days are becoming more and more selfish and bitchy so I just back off.
I need new pictures of David Williams. I definitely need nice pics of emo boys for new chara's on a comm i'm in because my other chara's aren't cutting it. Oh well maybe I should just drop it all and be done with it.
Sorry for the bullshit coming up on your Friends Page.
Jace.
Ps. Here's some not important shit I wrote.
so i'm told it's okay to be broken because glue can fix anything, little did I know that it couldn't fix my broken heart. put the record on repeat then sit back and relax this is a ride you'll never forget. i'm tired of reading about the sheets I could be between if I had pushed a little more, said words that my tongue swished around in my mouth for days. I bit back the truth of my own heart because what lied before me was something I couldn't change. it was nice while it lasted, a wish I only get to make once. the only truth we ever shared was between sheets. somewhere between hands touching bodies and lips making marks I fell in love. now days later i'm using excuses to pick up the pieces of my heart. fake smiles and forced laughs to balled fists and unshed tears. the outside is pretty to look at though the inside's a wreck like two crashed cars with no suvivors. bottled up emotions make a good heart go bad. and my words to you are 'you wouldn't know a good thing If it came up and slit your throat.' I love you is a lie. like a dotted line across my heart with a 'please cut here' to ensure it's ripped in two. they say the eyes are the windows to your soul but is yours worth looking at?