-this is my story, love, day one to now... i'm background music to a silent film and now the curtains falling down...

"...I'm sorry i yelled. i'm having a bad week and i miss my mom."

he misses her.

i'm sorry i don't call. i'm sorry i can't-nevermind. it's no choice to either say goodbye or to just leave-

it's more like the difference between getting shot in the knee caps or the face.

i feel myself withdrawing. im sorry. it's the only way i can deal with leaving. it's criminal. call the cops and lock me up. cause i don't have a clue what i am doing.

i'm sorry i'm leaving.

lets meet pete wentz:

1. i am 23, i look like i am 17. this is often a problem.

2. i am probably a less shitty guy than you have heard

3. but shittier than you wish i was.

4. i dropped out of college to do a band, how cliche.

5. i was vegan for 8 years, then i remembered cheese pizza was the best thing on earth. now everyday is like christmas.

6. i am straightedge.

7. i've been playing in and touring with hardcore bands since i was fourteen. probably before you were born- so when you tell me my band isn't punk that doesn't mean a whole lot to me.

8. i make the worst first impressions ever.

9. i have slept with less people than you have heard

10. i have kissed more people than i wished i had.

11. i think about stuff way too much. everything you say gets to me.

12. constantly fucking up and regretting it is a total drag

13. constantly fucking up and having to relive it publicly is an even bigger drag.

14. i am shy, secretive, overrated, immature, and forgettable.

15. i wish people would stop constantly telling me that they love me or hate me- sometimes it would be okay to be friends.

16. mostly i like my dogs, the internet, movies, books, my band, and my friends. if you don't fall into one of those catagories than i don't even think about you.

17. being on tour feels like a time capsule. you stay the same but everyone is different when you get back. it's a total bumout.

18. i haven't really slept in the last two weeks. if i haven't called it's not because i don't like you. so stop assuming it is.

19. it feels like everything changes either way to slowly or in the blink of an eye. i wonder if i am ever going to stop fucking things up.

20. sometimes i wish i was invisible. if i have hear about one more persons life i have ruined.my day doesn't begin and end intent on making a mess of your life, i am sorry if it seems that way.

i'll write some more if i think of them. or maybe not.

sometimes when you think hard enough you can truly imagine someone dead.

and it feels okay.

someone needs to buy me the lilo and stitch dvd. i mean this is getting out of hand. besides i think i kind of look like stitch.

he said "wreck me, i'm all ears and scars". she said "boys like you try so hard to not look desperate". so put another notch in your lipstick case cause you took me down and always let me know that i'm overrated and forgetable. cause this is all i got. and jealousy doesn't look as good on my as it does on you. you know how to keep me hanging on, but i know how to make your make-up run. the offer stands: but you're fresh out of conversation, and i'm fresh out of rope.

it's dark on the drive home. this fucking city owes me.

"dr. jones, no time for love, we've got company!"

so great.

i never want to feel like this again.

"Laetitia, you got my hand shaking, I'm begging you to please stop breaking my heart because I got the feeling that you and I will never really get it on. So I'll leave my door open all night in case you decide you want to stop on by. Because you got to know who's been singing that song on the radio. The one that goes... Girl, come to me. The only broken-hearted lose you'll ever need, or I'll be left alone forever with my magazines."

i'm stuck in madison. i'm going down. recording is fun but it's stressful. we work from like 11am to 4am everyday. no time for sleep. we'll be here for at least another week. wrote some new lyrics for the songs- www.falloutboyrocklyrics.blogspot.com - we signed to fueled by ramen/island defjam - i am stoked. we are headlining the metro for the first time- i am really nervous about it so if you're a bud of mine please come out- feb. 9- it's free. woo. the boy misses the girl.

true fucking love.

"your middle finger was clutching my thumb through the park and over macdougal. the torches were blazing above our street and just down from the sky. casey stepped with anna off the curb. his shoes are clogs, did you see? they dipped in that puddle, the one catching green. they were tripping up and slipping around. singing rosalita. and oh i wanted to pull you down. roll on top of me, baby. just roll. we'll wreck our clothes. we'll scrape our knees. we'll taste the scabs. you, sweet, are worth these next four months until i bail out and kiss behind your ears, drive off in the van. oh my god, i think i'm dying in this car seat, where i'll spend through winter."

i'm sorry i'm leaving

things are different tommorrow. i'm so ready and not at all at the same time. are you ready for payphone love and postcard promises?