January 2008
fat and ugly.
December 2007
and i can sing my own damn lullaby and if you want a happy song, then you can write your own i love me, i hate me, i need to escape me but more importantly i need for you to leave me the fuck alone and thanks to those who loved me when i could not love myself who embraced the raincloud above me and dragged us both down off the shelf i never dreamed that i would stay this long music makes it more...
I could slit your wrists when I see you, make you bleed a little for me. I would bite your lip hard when I need you, so that you’d see it clearly. Yeah, your heart: I could rip it apart. But I know, my heart: you would shatter it in a single start. You don’t have to act so innocent, so damn sweet. It’d kind of like to see you wild, in a rage. You’re practically fucking...
i was the female vodka-induced jtin last night. while i’m sure it was entertaining… i’m also sure i pretty much made a fool out of myself. and i’m just not thrilled about it.
today = perfection
I just want something to fill the emptiness. Is there anything to cure the lonliness? I look around and all I see: Is nobody at all looking at me.
one thing goes well. ten things go to hell. fucking always.
i love my gay boys. i wouldn’t trade them for any straight boy in the world