nwod em tel ouy;

You let me down yet again.

really now?

Remember that time i didn't suck at life?
It seems kind of vague, i don't quite remember the last time i didn't screw up something. I guess the easiest way to describe my emotions at this point is just plain confused. I've got alot on my mind, but who really cares? We've all got issues, apparently, so why should anyone else's take precedence over the next guy's? I'm sure there are plenty of us out there who are struggling with social deformities, domestic casualties and over all disappointments in the realm of our so called dramatic lives. I'm not sure where to even begin on my issues. Alls I know is that I'm confused. If you'd like to know a little more, just ask. Maybe I'll be able to tell you. oy.

.

I'm an emotional little creature.

;lk;j;fhg

I refuse to cry over you.
I will not cry about this.
I am stronger than that.
I think.
oy.

Calendar Girl.

"If I am lost for a day; try to find me
But if I don't come back, then I won't look behind me
All of the things that I thought were so easy
Just got harder and harder each day
December is darkest and June is the light but this empty bedroom won't make anything right
While out on the landing a friend I forgot to send home
Who waits up for me all through the night
Calendar girl who's in love with the world Stay alive
Calendar Girl who's in love with the world Stay alive
I dreamed I was dying; as I so often do
And when I awoke I was sure it was true
I ran to the window; threw my head to the sky
And said whoever is up there,please don't let me die
But I can't live forever,I can't always be
One day I'll be sand on a beach by a sea
The pages keep turning, I'll mark off each day with a cross
And I'll laugh about all that we've lost
Calendar Girl who is lost to the world
Stay Alive
Calendar Girl who is lost to the world Stay Alive
January, February, March, April, May I'm alive
June, July, August, September,October I'm alive
November, December, you all through the winter, I'm alive
I'm alive."
-Stars

sj;la;'aps

Sometimes I get the urge to ask her when the fuck she is going to grow up and get her life together.

its true;

Sometimes when I begin to miss you I'll listen to songs that remind me of you.
And in some pathetic attempt to make myself feel cool, I pretend that you do the same.

What the eff?

Is it completely normal for a human being like myself to be completely content and satisfied with every aspect of his/her life and the next moment be overcome with confusion, apprehension, and disgust at the very things they were completely happy with just one moment ago?

Happy Birthday Mama;

I love you mama.
You are my everything.
Happy Happy Birthday Dearest.
:]

ipod;

oh shuffle, how i lovest thou.