on 07.07.09 i paid $70 for that.


and then on the way to the cantina with jeffery we saw jamies car outside Dea's

HAHAHAHAHA
how fucking perfect.

The cats are throwing themselves at the walls and I am here alone. They need to stop it. It makes me think someone is coming up the stairs.

I couldn't possibly be that lucky.

fml

i broke emy's bedroom door. I used her treadmill thing as a battering ram to break down the door after an hour and a half of being trapped in there.

so in a week when she gets home and sees the wreckage, if noone hears from me anymore, paisley murdered me in my sleep.

i cant handle my life

i am seriously seriously considering moving home. there was a reason i moved to nj last year and i fucked it up and came back.





fuck fuck fuck.

Where do you go, with your broken heart in tow?
What do you do with the left over you?
How do you know, when to let go?
Where does the good go? Where does the good go?

Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive
Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go
Look me in the eye and promise no love's like our love
Look me in the heart and unbreak broken
It won't happen






Trust means enabling other people to take advantage of your vulnerabilities—but expecting that they will not do this.

I was totally okay with people thinking I was a bad person for what I did to Deb because I thought Dea was worth it.


epic fucking fail.

fuck my life.


fuuuccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk