She puts the weights into my little heart.
I am: not really sure where or who I am, only that I want to always create.
I think: I need a bigger iPod to hold all my music.
I know: I don't understand the concept of love.
I hate: when the TV shows I love are canceled, like Pushing Daisies and The Middleman.
I don't: buy CDs unless the album is only available that way.
I can't: function without electronic devices.
I can: fool people.
I will: always spend all my money on frivolous things like novels, movies, and expensive cigarettes.
I won't: blow someone I don't have feelings for.
I miss: my friends in Washington.
I fear: looking at my credit card statement.
I feel: the emotional exhaustion of a depressed person, while still feeling excited about all the things I'm going to do in the next few days.
I hear: Danny Elfman singing about violent sex.
I smell: chocolate and smoke.
I crave: someone to hold my hand.
I wonder: why the only people who want to date me are people I'm not attracted to.
I regret: not taking more risks.
I love: music and fandom.
I dream: about sex and the people I have feelings for, along with horror movie scenarios.
I long: to run around town in skimpy clothes and be a Woo Girl.
I care: for Catherine.
I always: cry for my aunt.
I am not: a bad student, but I felt like one this term.
I believe: that someday, I'll contribute something of value.
I sing: along with Alexa Vega's "Infected" when I walk down the street.
I smile: when I think of girls and boys I've loved.
I laugh: out loud at silly TV shows.
I collect: the old mass market V.C. Andrews paperbacks with the shiny covers.
I play: the game...of love?
I write: porn.
I await: the day I run into someone who's wronged me and look super fucking hot.
I cook: mainly ramen, toast, and microwave foods.
I trust: too easily.
I intend: to take Catherine's picture tomorrow and then go buy myself a tuna melt.
I search: Wikipedia for information on old bands.
I look: at lyrics far too often.
I shout: when I come.
I whisper: in darkened movie theaters.
I conquer: my own little heart.
I listen: to my co-workers talking about how Breaking Dawn is the best book ever and roll my eyes.
I ignore: the things I should pay attention to.
I live: in my own little dream world, while I curl up on my futon and watch horror movies.
I think: I need a bigger iPod to hold all my music.
I know: I don't understand the concept of love.
I hate: when the TV shows I love are canceled, like Pushing Daisies and The Middleman.
I don't: buy CDs unless the album is only available that way.
I can't: function without electronic devices.
I can: fool people.
I will: always spend all my money on frivolous things like novels, movies, and expensive cigarettes.
I won't: blow someone I don't have feelings for.
I miss: my friends in Washington.
I fear: looking at my credit card statement.
I feel: the emotional exhaustion of a depressed person, while still feeling excited about all the things I'm going to do in the next few days.
I hear: Danny Elfman singing about violent sex.
I smell: chocolate and smoke.
I crave: someone to hold my hand.
I wonder: why the only people who want to date me are people I'm not attracted to.
I regret: not taking more risks.
I love: music and fandom.
I dream: about sex and the people I have feelings for, along with horror movie scenarios.
I long: to run around town in skimpy clothes and be a Woo Girl.
I care: for Catherine.
I always: cry for my aunt.
I am not: a bad student, but I felt like one this term.
I believe: that someday, I'll contribute something of value.
I sing: along with Alexa Vega's "Infected" when I walk down the street.
I smile: when I think of girls and boys I've loved.
I laugh: out loud at silly TV shows.
I collect: the old mass market V.C. Andrews paperbacks with the shiny covers.
I play: the game...of love?
I write: porn.
I await: the day I run into someone who's wronged me and look super fucking hot.
I cook: mainly ramen, toast, and microwave foods.
I trust: too easily.
I intend: to take Catherine's picture tomorrow and then go buy myself a tuna melt.
I search: Wikipedia for information on old bands.
I look: at lyrics far too often.
I shout: when I come.
I whisper: in darkened movie theaters.
I conquer: my own little heart.
I listen: to my co-workers talking about how Breaking Dawn is the best book ever and roll my eyes.
I ignore: the things I should pay attention to.
I live: in my own little dream world, while I curl up on my futon and watch horror movies.