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[realmonster]

going through so many backdated entries.

trying to figure out when i stepped into the middle of the christie-jesse legacy
of drama. another story to tell to my mama
i wish i could bust out rhymes
'cause i miss the old times
kayla slovick who i met at cheerleading camp
who dried my eyes when they were damp
and tina who is of my blood
but more than that we used to be buds
but i moved away
and here i must stay
though i hate every day
move back- someday i may
i'd live in the rim with the panthers i adore
wouldnt think about eugene ever more
i wanna go home...
i wanna go home...
i wanna go home


i wonder how many people see me when i don't see them

i wonder if they try to get my attention
but i don't look their direction
sometimes it's like we're in different dimensions
when she's looking right at me but she can't see my intentions

next time don't make eye contact, jump on me and kiss me.

it'll make a clearer impression

of what you're really trying to say

and if i push you away

we can still be friends

you just weren't who i was looking for

no im not saying fuck you to you. its to me, asshole.