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So I like this guy.
He reminds me of my dad.

I wrote a song for him.

I want him to write a song for me.

I don't NEED him.
I want him.
I want him to call me.

God help us.

so yesterday i was hangin' out with Amber and Michael (our freshman friend) and my new band people. we went to church in the morning and a play at night and spent the time in between talkin' at a starbucks and didn't even offer Mike a cig the whole time and it was great. so his mom starts harassing my friend Amber via cell phone DURING the play and ( Read more... )

me and amber hung out yesterday and today. nice to know there are still a few real people living in L.A.
we had starbucks not once, but twice today; and church was awesome. and wow you wouldn't even recognize me as the same girl even just 4 months ago.
'cos i'm not.
and i couldn't be happier.

well...it's beena while. i'll sum up and then go into detail ( Read more... )

oh my fuck'n gosh. where to start ( Read more... )

guys can be so cruel ( Read more... )

a little more insight into my twisted mind. this was originally written a few moments ago in my real journal. i thought i'd remove all doubt of my sanity even in an online world. and yes i was in tears and screaming most of the time while i was writing it.
begin:

they will never understand my desire to explore the world around me. they will never ( Read more... )

maybe one day my insomnia will cure itself and i can be normal ( Read more... )

my ID is nowhere to be found ( Read more... )