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i'm afraid i'm calice, but full of cherry filling on the inside and some day the coating will melt off and i'll ooz all over the place. nice imagry, eh?
i'm afraid that no one can make me as happy as i can make myself.
i'm afraid that i have everyone thinking i'm someone i'm not. in fact i know
that most people don't know me at all, and the people
that have noticed a change don't like it...igetusedwaytoomuch...
i want to get to know the people that i know won't give me the time of day.
i'm afraid no one will like me the way i really am...
i don't think i can fight anymore.
i can't cry when something real happens.
...when i listen to music, i dance,sing, scream, shimmy,perform*i've only been caught once...i cried at the end of fat albert, i only act like i'm embarrassed
...my clothes don't match, i don't think i know how to anyway...
i snort, and i like it, i love it...when i'm in my car i sing, i sing, i sing*even if you are in the car...i have a happy dance, i also have a EXTACTIC dance
*only the privledged few have seen it...i care what happens to my stuffed
animals*i remember when they had voices and feelings...
i think i can sing, i think i can sing well*if you are in need of a bad singer give me a call...i love the people that
tell me what's good for me, i need all the help i can get...i love bad
dancers[and it's not because they make me feel better about myself...i didn't cry when my doggy died*i worry...i think my sister is one of the funniest
and most creative person i've ever met, even if she is a bitch...i can look
at the sex books @barnes&noble and not blush*yes, i'm oddly proud of that, too...
i get bored, and i get sleepy...
i'm a shopaholic*i don't by things i can use...i dye my hair pretty much once a week*why must i get bored, why must my hair be
5 different colors...i cuddle with my pillows*that's why
i have 5 on my bed...i really do make funny faces at myself to make me feel better...my hair looks better at night*
no one ever see's...i jump around, i jump around, i jump around and do the tango and twirl...i like to change,
i like to change everytime i see you*and always stay the same...only one person knows this{when i read my harry potter books,
i dress in my harry potter gear}...i like it when my face hurts because i've been smiling soooomuch...i enjoy
being invited...noticemenoticemenoticeme...i get chills and goosebumps when i know somethings right and good...everyone
is wonderful,
i just don't like everyone...i love poetry even if i sometime don't get it*words are your friend...i want to believe in something*i need to believe in something...i try
harder than you think i do...
...guys scare me...i care about what people think{only certain people...i want to be special...i love attention, but not too much...my
favorite part of my body, my back*that's why i decorate it...i'm jealous of you all...i'm
really starting to love myself...i hate blushing...i don't
mind embarrassing myself for the common good...i love crappy tv and music...i want a back massage...i don't miss him, i miss missing him,
but then there's the other*im in allsortsof trouble...my dog just farted...i want to be an artist*a good one, a thriving one,
a rich one...i believe that i think too much...i hate (loathe) needles, i love tattoos, i love piercings...i use comma's too often...i wouldn't survive without tylenol
...books affect me more than they should...i want my life to be like
a movie*insert happy ending...ilovepants...i want
you to tell me when there is something on my face, in my teeth, somethings hanging, i have a booger on my forehead,
smeared makeup, i basically look like shit...i don't know how to handle compliments(igetuncomfortable)i do like them though
...i wish i was better&iwant to be better...when my heart breaks,my heart really does hurt,i can't breath,and the pain is unbarrable...i'd rather be happy than be anything at all...i want to go to europe*
exploreexplore...i wish i dealt with drama better...i don't like to hurt people's feelings...i want to be driven...my mom
is really nosey...i hope i deserve better and it's just that no one told me i do...no one's ever had a crush on me
...drunk-me scares me.do people like her more...i worry about things i shouldn't*i scare easily...i hope my fears never come true...i only want
things i know won't happen...i wish i was smarter, i wish i was funnier,
i wish i was prettier...i should think before i speak...i miss
playing the french horn...no one can be too honest...i'd want to be any one of my friends
even for a day...it hurtsand affects me more than
you'll ever know*maybeoneday i'll get drunk and tell you about it...
i'm afraid that no one can make me as happy as i can make myself.
i'm afraid that i have everyone thinking i'm someone i'm not. in fact i know
that most people don't know me at all, and the people
that have noticed a change don't like it...igetusedwaytoomuch...
i want to get to know the people that i know won't give me the time of day.
i'm afraid no one will like me the way i really am...
i don't think i can fight anymore.
i can't cry when something real happens.
...when i listen to music, i dance,sing, scream, shimmy,perform*i've only been caught once...i cried at the end of fat albert, i only act like i'm embarrassed
...my clothes don't match, i don't think i know how to anyway...
i snort, and i like it, i love it...when i'm in my car i sing, i sing, i sing*even if you are in the car...i have a happy dance, i also have a EXTACTIC dance
*only the privledged few have seen it...i care what happens to my stuffed
animals*i remember when they had voices and feelings...
i think i can sing, i think i can sing well*if you are in need of a bad singer give me a call...i love the people that
tell me what's good for me, i need all the help i can get...i love bad
dancers[and it's not because they make me feel better about myself...i didn't cry when my doggy died*i worry...i think my sister is one of the funniest
and most creative person i've ever met, even if she is a bitch...i can look
at the sex books @barnes&noble and not blush*yes, i'm oddly proud of that, too...
i get bored, and i get sleepy...
i'm a shopaholic*i don't by things i can use...i dye my hair pretty much once a week*why must i get bored, why must my hair be
5 different colors...i cuddle with my pillows*that's why
i have 5 on my bed...i really do make funny faces at myself to make me feel better...my hair looks better at night*
no one ever see's...i jump around, i jump around, i jump around and do the tango and twirl...i like to change,
i like to change everytime i see you*and always stay the same...only one person knows this{when i read my harry potter books,
i dress in my harry potter gear}...i like it when my face hurts because i've been smiling soooomuch...i enjoy
being invited...noticemenoticemenoticeme...i get chills and goosebumps when i know somethings right and good...everyone
is wonderful,
i just don't like everyone...i love poetry even if i sometime don't get it*words are your friend...i want to believe in something*i need to believe in something...i try
harder than you think i do...
...guys scare me...i care about what people think{only certain people...i want to be special...i love attention, but not too much...my
favorite part of my body, my back*that's why i decorate it...i'm jealous of you all...i'm
really starting to love myself...i hate blushing...i don't
mind embarrassing myself for the common good...i love crappy tv and music...i want a back massage...i don't miss him, i miss missing him,
but then there's the other*im in allsortsof trouble...my dog just farted...i want to be an artist*a good one, a thriving one,
a rich one...i believe that i think too much...i hate (loathe) needles, i love tattoos, i love piercings...i use comma's too often...i wouldn't survive without tylenol
...books affect me more than they should...i want my life to be like
a movie*insert happy ending...ilovepants...i want
you to tell me when there is something on my face, in my teeth, somethings hanging, i have a booger on my forehead,
smeared makeup, i basically look like shit...i don't know how to handle compliments(igetuncomfortable)i do like them though
...i wish i was better&iwant to be better...when my heart breaks,my heart really does hurt,i can't breath,and the pain is unbarrable...i'd rather be happy than be anything at all...i want to go to europe*
exploreexplore...i wish i dealt with drama better...i don't like to hurt people's feelings...i want to be driven...my mom
is really nosey...i hope i deserve better and it's just that no one told me i do...no one's ever had a crush on me
...drunk-me scares me.do people like her more...i worry about things i shouldn't*i scare easily...i hope my fears never come true...i only want
things i know won't happen...i wish i was smarter, i wish i was funnier,
i wish i was prettier...i should think before i speak...i miss
playing the french horn...no one can be too honest...i'd want to be any one of my friends
even for a day...it hurtsand affects me more than
you'll ever know*maybeoneday i'll get drunk and tell you about it...