jumbled words and scratched sentences

[stakemyxheartx]

I don't know what's happening on Sunday.

I'm so fucked up right now.

What's going to happen??

Davey, it'll all work out. It has to. I won't let it end like this.

We, no, you waited for this for too long. I know how fucking much you love AFI. I know how fucking much you look up to them; they're your heros. And I don't want to see you hurt. I mean, I'm hurt, and I really want to go, but I can't bare to see you hurt.

What's going to happen??

I found out about it. I got the tickets for my birthday. I was the one tha told everyone about it. Do I have a say in anything? Why must I be stepped on like used cigarette butt? I'm not retarted. I'm not phycotic. I'm Kelli. That's all I am.

There's always a way out. There's always a way around the labyrinth and through the puzzle. This is just a little fall for us Davey. We have to get back up.

This is not a poem.

I don't need fucking critics.

I have a DDR tournament tomorrow and Davey and I are gonna kick all of your asses.

So don't make me "emo". Don't make me "morbid". Don't "label" me.

Why am I getting so off track??

I don't know. & I am sorry.

My mom's buying Dairy Queen ice creams.