the hallway in the ace hotel smells like my first summer.

fuck it.

i hate all of you.

stop reading my blog.

it's useless and full of shit.

flavor of the week

is it me or her looking up at you

i hate everything about myself these days

want a total redo

everything from my hair to my shoes to the boys i like

i go out of town and we all play

don't mind me i'm just relapsing into having feels

i assure you it will pass

what a fucking loser

and why does cory remember my name to match my face

if i were a teenage dirt bag baby. . .

i knew there was no third option

i guess i just have to think about it being the end of pretty in pink

the only way i could handle it was knowing that

blaine would break her heart and

duckie would be the shoulder to cry on

why can't i be the one with the hot mouth?

i needed someone new. . . (no wait. come on.)

. . . to dislike and taste

there's a reason i dated you

more over these a reason i never had a teenage boyfriend

it's pathetic when people turn out to be just like you thought they would be

i'll just learn to stop listening to solvent when i make out with boys

my mouth tastes like metal, and you kiss like a girl

i liked you better when i was shy

we've found your replacement and he ups you, in cuteness and in prick hood

i need someone to love or hate to write about

and with my heart of stone in my mouth i don't feel much of anything

it's what i've told everyone

it doesn't matter if you make the top five if you stay on it

only one thing stays above the top five

would you be the same?

even you?

he adds 'and you had a boyfriend'

yeah yeah

you still wouldn't be a good

shmail

leave the door open

and don't let it hit you on the way out

boring

but i like your voice

and i regret nothing

unless it's between you and me

and that one other thing

all's fair in love and war

they should be the same word

and me the king of the world

who will i be today

dark or light

regret or rejoice

myself or another fairy tale to tuck you in

i'm glad your friends don't like me

all the more for me

it' hard to feel like you used someone instead of the other way around

when you didn't get much from them

it's not true you were perfect

and just want i needed

he looks around the corner at me

and i ask ' i thought you liked banksy'

you should of know better

but don't worried i'll just ad you to the list of boys

that see me as the naked 19 year old girl on the floor

you, however do not make that top five

or come even close

damn it my sheets are dirty all over again

07/11/08

i counted wrong.

301

double rubber bands

and endless rejection

skin grows over my eyelids

and maybe your critique of aries is true

my gums bleed, and i pick my nail polish over you

sleeping beauty, peter pan, and the velveteen rabbit

i should be listening to this on vinyl

a moth landed on me tonight

i took it in my hand and as it walked over my

fingers i couldn't feel it's weight resting on me

unlike your heavy heart in my hand

are you just another accident along the lost highway of doubt and kisses

you hold me as i cry, take a shower, and turn your head away

you are always on my mind

and where as i can't kiss him if i'm thinking about the other

you are always in my mind

it's part of my desire for metal to fill my mouth

i get skinny, come back, get fat

stable suicide, worms, and it's your promise ring

i hate the way i sound

nothing is true

everything is permanent

dream me to kauai

will you come with me?

or do i need a corpse to make my crazy love true