Thursday, July 22, 2010

Scream at me and say.

They're so happy.
So completely happy.
I'm so fake.
Just pretending to be them.

I think that I need a nose job. My nose takes up about 75% of my face.

I can't be myself around anyone.
Everyone will just judge me.

Most times I feel like there is not one single other person who fully believes in allowing a person to live his/her life the way that the individual wants to live.


The worst blog post to ever be created.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Rip your heart out.

He doesn't even know what he's saying.

He's just talking to be listened to.

To be listened to.

He's just talking to be listened to.

And it's the worst kind.


There is something about "scenes" that I just do not want to be affiliated with.
I don't want labels.
Why do they make explaining the way that I live my life so easily, though?

I feel as if I should talk to someone.
I have no one to talk to.

If only I could be, a size negative three.

I wonder how I would react if there were a virus outbreak in which turned people into zombie-like creatures.

I want to go to a beach. Badly. All I want is sand and salt water.

I think that Seth is sick.

All I do is wait.
For everything.
And everyone.