too many people think i’m a concept, or i’m capable of making them feel whole, or i’m gonna make them alive again. but i’m just a fucked-up girl who’s looking for my own piece of mind. so, don’t assign me yours.
every night i stay up past 12, past 1, etc. not because i’m not tired. not because i want to tweak on these social networking sites. because i am tired, i want to sleep. but i can’t because my mind runs like crazy. it over thinks, over analyzes things that i don’t want to think about. so i purposely keep myself awake and tire myself out so that when i do finally lie in bed, i fall...
SEPTEMBER 12, 2010.
avenged sevenfold concert… I’M SO FUCKING THERE!!! i’m still pissed i didn’t get to see jimmy in concert but it wasn’t meant to be. no big. me + m. shadows = beautiful beautiful babies. fuck yes.
my room is a reflection of whatever is going on inside my head. when its clean, i’ve got my shit together. when its messy, i’m working through something. when it is completely trashed, i’ve lost my fucking mind. right now… i don’t know where the floor is. and i can’t hold onto a single thought process for five seconds. i need to be medicated.
if your life sucks then you’ll love my music– gary allan
nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.– kate moss
dad, i am angry with you. i have been for a very long time. all my life, it seems like. part of it stems back from when i was a child and my mom told me how you cheated and so she had to leave you. part of it stems from when i was a child, and i felt like you were never around. i still remember the day me and mom moved away. i remember you crying in the car while you were driving me back...
every time i get news about someone their either pregnant or dead?