do you guys remember when i wrote? so much more than i do now. gah. reposting i am. love it if you will ( Read more... )

I'll wrap myself in a bow ( Read more... )

there's a cupcake on my desk.
I don't like it.
and i don't like my mirror.
the feeling's mutual, I suppose.

So I'm tired of them pestering. I don't care if they dn't trust me. I don't care what they think, why they do the things they do, or if I get A's on my Geometry tests, which I am. Nothing's different, and I knew it wouldn't be. I don't care. I don't care. So anyway, here's this poem... from 'the perks of being a wallflower,' by stephen chbosky.

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i'm just so tired ( Read more... )

I'M SORRY.

I love you...

I don't know what else to say.

it's eating me alive.
God...
I'm sorry Doll, I've broken my promise.

A Boy Brushed Red Living In Black And White... UnderoathCan you feel your heart beat racing ( Read more... )

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[[[emery,
underoath, further seems forever, beloved... look where they are...]]]

I shouldn't let this get to me. I can't keep following suit with this old deck, too many cards are missing. When did I start calling you Johji? You know that's George, Paradise Kiss extraordinaire, and you're his living incarnation, it only fit PERFECTLY. But when did it become you? When did that become what I knew you by? You're no secret, so why ( Read more... )