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Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Well, the way you pulled the fuzzies from my sweater doesn't make up for the times you let me sink into the floor. And the lies you told to make me feel all better? They didn't work, so please don't tell me anymore.I'm so sick of talking about you. I really am. I'm so sick of staying up too late because I can't get your face out of my mind. I'm so sick of wanting to repair things with you over my best fucking friend. I'm so sick of thinking of the things you've said to me. I'm so sick of being jealous of any girl you give a second look. I'm so sick of crying every time my family asks me if I "have a boyfriend". I'm so sick of being a creep and saving your photos on my iPod. I'm so sick of you. I wanted to end the new year on a good note, but I'm not going to. Not with knowing you'll probably be somewhere else with someone else thinking about something else. Fuck it. |
forever young;
my name is lauren. just a kid. not unique, just unusual. bandom fangirl. hypochondriac. afraid of moths. southern you'd like to fuck (;. fall out boy. can piss in under 20 seconds. d.o.b.; january 2nd. html whiz.
caffeine addict. single, uninterested. livejournaler, facebooker, myspacer, tumblr'r, blogger, neopeter. plays piano and clarinet like a motherbitch. noel fielding, simon amstell, russell brand<3. animal rights
activist. borderline vegetarian. (un)cool kid.famous friends;
jeaniebeaniewow, can't you tell i'm popular? maybe my friends are the uncool ones for being addicted to myspace. earn what you get;
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