Ariel came and saw me today (: Highlight of my day!
I got to hang out with Jeska and Jeff for about an hour…so I was happy when I went to work.
Had to close..ha, I knew it. Too good to be TRUE.
My mouth tastes nasty. My head is spinning and I kinda can’t breath.
I have so much to do, but I really kinda almost feel like I’m dying? If this is what dying feels like. Which I think it is!
The best part of believe is the lie.
She likes to party in the backseat,
under the bridge on the Brooklyn side.
Smoking cigarettes in the afterglow,
taking bets that the sun won’t rise
The easiest person to deceive is yourself.
You’re not a horrible person..in fact, if it wasn’t for you, there may not be me. Know that. Please.
I want to cuddle. I want to sleep.
I passed by this guy today. Don’t laugh. But anyway, I just wanted to reach out and hug him. I know that sounds stupid, but I am in dire need of affection..somebody’s body warmth next to me.
I hate being alone.
The only lifelong friend is your sister. She’s made time to hang out with me like every day even when I have to work. And she calls me every day and I always have texts from her when I get off work ^_^ I love my sister.
I already know how strong you are.
You didn’t have to break the furniture.
[Eclipse, by Stephenie Meyer]
Maybe I’m the one that is a paranoid psycho…yeah
You bring the booze, and I’ll bring the pills.
Just a couple of kids looking for cheap thrills.
By day we’re striving pupils. Textbook perfect,
goody-two-shoe’d sweet little ladies.Ha.
When the sky gets dark and the bull-shit stops.
We’re ancy for that first sip.That first trip.
The sweet little ladies turn into loud,
raunchy girls dancing around with anyone who’s willing.
We might not remember,but we wont forget.
Nor do we regret. We live a double life,
one could even say. Different people from night to day.
We’re just a couple of kids that live for the thrill.
So you bring the booze. I’ll get the pills.
It’s late at night and no one’s around
And only my heart is making a sound
I lay awake alone in my bed
And I can’t sleep, should I call you instead?
I think of you far too much cause you, you’re one of a kind
I’m not like an open book cause I’ve got something on my mind
[Can’t Deny, by Alanis Morissette]
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