This feels so unreal. As I write this journal entry, I want to call you so bad. I wanna talk about girl pants and the number twelve. I wanna make fun of how scene I was (and still am). I wanna go to the beach with you, and have you teach me how to skimboard. I wanna go to prom all over again because that was one of the best nights of my life. I ( Read more... )

"I will keep trying.
I will keep loving.
And I will keep a candle in the window for you.
And I will keep sending out this disregarded old package no matter how many times is comes back fucked up.

Because I have 3 things for the machine.
Two swear fingers and a fucking smile."

Why do I get the weirdest friend requests on myspace? I'm at Ashley's dorm, I go to check the space and I get a friend request from a piece of poop. Why? Why did this piece of shit want to add me? Well, in any case, I denied its friendship because I've got too many pieces of shit to deal with in my life.

im very much hungover.

the day that i finally get the motivatoin to clean out my car, is the day is pours.
maybe my car was meant to stay dirty.

Hey people. It's been a while since I've actually written in this thing, and I seriously was contemplating never writing in it again. Too many bad memories, or too many good ones I wish I still had ( Read more... )

the best part of believe is the LIE.

i never write in this, but i had something on my mind. im so immature. i wish i could catch every little immature habit i have or every little immature thing i do, but i can't. because in my own mind, im fine the way i am. its been pointed out to me several times that i am immature. i never took it as a bad thing, just something as "oh ill never ( Read more... )

i love my boyfriend a lot.
2 weeks until i see him again<3

"1,000 miles seems pretty far but they got planes and trains and cars, i'd walk to you if there's no other way."

iloveyou.
alot.