nothing to say really, except things are looking good perhaps?

I need to post more, but here is a survey that I filled out in the mean time ( Read more... )

Let me tell you, I live for the glamour. For the stage lights & bright eyes & all the inbetweens. I live for the moments, not for the memories, because memories leave you empty & alone. I should know. Let me tell you, the stage was all ours. Even the music played bitterly in my head, it was all there, & we both felt it. The magic that is only ( Read more... )

Taken from simplicism[ .001. ] first name: Paige ( Read more... )

football boy, football boy, broke my heart, turned it inside out. oh, you never talk on the phone, you never talk on the phone, but you're talking to her, does she love you enough? does she love you too much?

cry, cry, cry but nothing's gonna change. we said goodbye and meant it, yeah, you moved on, and i'm just pathetic.

I want you to remember me. I want you to remember me. I want you to remember me.
Because when i'm all alone at night, memory's the only thing I got.

& I want you to miss me, like I miss you.

well, I can say i'm back even if it's not the truth...

I've been meaning to post, really.

I looked out my bedroom window in search of a star to wish on. The street lights blinded out the night sky, I couldn't see anything except for the part right underneath the streetsign. So, I guess there is no hope of us wishing on the same star tonight, not that you wish on stars anyway. But maybe you were thinking about me tonight, just maybe, ( Read more... )

So I guess you've got a stupid girlfriend now. I could hate you, but I don't. Lately, I've just wanted to be your friend. I don't know if that's possible, though. I hope you don't love your new love, I don't think that you can. She is far too normal. You needed somebody wierd like me. In fact, you loved me. Too bad.

I have questions that I would ask you, if I was sure you knew the answers. I found a poem I wrote about you 2 months ago, and just laughed, because even though things are different all the words still ring true. And every song I listen to makes me want you more, and every thought I think is cruel. All fingers point to you, but when I look your ( Read more... )