new live journal
i cant write too much personal stuff in here without someone finding out.

if you want to know ask, but theres probably only one or two people ill tell.

not that anyone cares or reads this. but thats it.

these addictions are killing me slowly.

eventually this will all end, right?

driving fast. violins and whys and fake smiles at red lights. we don't like the green ones, they don't match the lines.
but isn't that how it goes?
lines. but not on mirrors. the other kind. much worse, but less hurt. and the red ones match the lights.

... nevermind.

because everybody knows
that a sad girl will sleep with anyone
who tells her that she's beautiful.

bleeding from the fucking ears.

skip the dinner ( Read more... )

i feel the need to write something.
but i can't.
and it's really fucking frustrating me.
i hate reading all of the crap i wrote so long ago.
and not knowing what to write now because nothing's going to be better.
it's all going to be shit all the time.
i hate looking back and wondering why i wrote them
because i had to have known they'd give it all away.
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Oh little girl ( Read more... )

while im sitting here looking through you with my perfect green eyes ( Read more... )