Because I get to meet boys that inspire me.

It was kinda funny, how we met. You, cluless to the bands you liked, and, me, bound with a three hundred dollar qouta. I thought you had a pretty face and I liked your eyebrow ring. You wanted me to go away. "It's my job to pester you!" I told you, my adrenaline so high. We discussed political matters ( Read more... )

It's about how messed up she is and how I'm as messed up as her but she doesn't know it. I can't save it on my computer because I'd like for my mother to not know that her daughter's a little screwy in the head. >.<

Another hollow eye socket and another bony wrist ( Read more... )

Friends only. Comment if you wish to be added.