sometimes when you realize who your real friends it's too late because you have alienated them all.

i am sorry that i wasted my time.

*me*

why am i so awsome? that story and more at 11.

thanks folks you been a great crowd, almost as great as me.

when given the opportunity to ruin something i will.
do not touch me.
do not call me.
do not waste your time.
i will only bring disappointment and resentment.

she's all secret smiles-
i'm all broken jaws and wishful thinking...

he scanned the room. all traces that the boy had ever existed at all were gone. all clues that he had ever meant anything were torn and burned or boxed away. he had a thousand dreams about you last night.

"and i never want to fall in love again because that would be the end of everything- you're everything- you're everything" american nightmare

"i can't do wrong, i can't do right.
i feel so alone tonight. i wish that you were here.
you understand how i think, you know they've got me on the brink
of self destruction."

all of my best lines are left unsaid
on torn napkins half written and unread
i wrote you a note to send me
a lantern and some faith cause i just can't see
or slide get well cards under my door
so i can hide from all the wrong hearts
i'm going to stay in every night
so tell everyone how i just can't forget
i got this new outfit that feels
just like a blackeye and busted lip
my insides are all belt buckles and paper weights
between me and my bedroom door, it wins every single fight
if feeling worn is a crime than lock me up
cause this is all i got

love, here's a hint: don't fall for someone who thinks
falling in love is just like holding a grudge- or begins
every single letter with i'm sorry
so don't call me up and make me want to be him
and don't ever change
cause i'll stay ruined and betrayed
just for you just for you

everything about right now is wrong. i wish i had hit unsend on that email. i feel sick and insecure. love, this is what it feels like to have handgrenades on the inside instead of guts. right now transformers the movie is the only good thing about the day.

please call me up and tell me you love me. even if it's a fucking lie.
i am a corpse that is bored with my own funeral.
i am a zombie that doesn't want to live.

i' ve both been falling deeper in love and filling with contempt the more and more i read of your thoughts. my eyes burning in the screen. it's both depressing and mildly obsessive. and somehow no matter where i am my hearts beats in time with central standard...