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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Let's back up. Let me take a step so far back that I'm teetering on the edge of this cliff. Teetering, like the way you have me dangling by a fucking string. I'm like a fucking puppet. Goddamn. I'm not coming out of this box 'til everyone's forgotten me. My thoughts will be secluded elation's. Opportunity after opportunity, on and on and on, and who is here, and who is gone? You make me nervous. Night sweats and cold water. Running makeup and disheveled bedsheets. Fuck you. I'll take ignorance over being SO SCARED. I'm stuck on you. That's all. I pick up this shit and keep walking, like to think I'm strong. I'm not strong. Heartbreak, to the tenth degree, and; what doesn't kill you, simply keeps nagging you until it does. Slowly ebbing at you until your a pathetic pile of shit.This ought to be a welcome vacation. - Ay, Ryden lovers. Fast forward to, like, 1:11. Brendon slurs "than any boy you'll ever meet" to any "girl you'll ever meet". |
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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