Sometimes I put razorblades in my mouth and pray someone will kiss me.

I think that tonight...

Will rock.

          

But we'll see.

This that is perfect.
This that is beautiful.
This that is everything you wish you were and
this that is the strength to go through with everything to get it.
You can stand and scream like the other so called saints about my flaws, but fact is that you wish while

I AM

THIS IS FOR ALL YOU STUPID SCENE ASSHOLES

The Typical Scene Boy:

Hi my name is Stupid Fucking Poser. I'm really insecure so I'm gonna dye my hair black and grow it long so it covers my face because I'm so fucking ugly that no one would like me if it wasn't hidden. And I love following the crowd so I buy girl jeans that don't fit my disgusting body and my small dick is pressed tight against the zipper for all the 14 year old girls to see. God I’m SO SPECIAL AND UNIQUE.

My best friend is my flat iron and pomade.
I don’t eat carbs but I like The Faint and underage drinking.
My favorite activity is shopping for Converse and trying not to let my pretend girlfriend know that I’m a fucking faggot.

And every time I go to clubs I have to be REALLY wasted and completely drunk because I secretly have NO personality and all my friends really HATE ME because all I ever do it make out with random ugly kids who are really 15 but somehow got into the club.. and of course I make out with boys that look EXACTLY like me because its cool to pretend I’m something I’m not. When I go to the club, I pay $8 to sit outside of a patio and smoke other people’s cigarettes and talk shit about everyone that has their back turned to me.

When I finally decide to dance to all those lame 80’s songs, I try to dance but really I'm just having a fucking seizure to look cool, even though it never works. I swing my arms in the air and shuffle my feet like I have fucking Parkinson’s.. and I always pick the dumbest sluttiest girl to grind my crotch against. HEHE.

Sound familiar?

Yeah kill yourself before someone else does.

The Typical Scene Girl:

Hey everyone, is my hair dyed 5 different colors and cut at different angles? Are you sure my neon plastic earrings match my high heels and bra straps because I would CRY if I didn’t fit in with every other whore I know. Should we only talk about boys and clothes and stuff? LIKE OMG ok.

I like vertical stripes and pony tails. I love leg warmers and anything asymmetrical. I wear shirts with only one sleeve and poke-dot mini skirts so you can see my vagina when I try and dance to the Cure.

Sometimes I’ll dye my hair one bright color in front or in the back so you notice me more but really I’m just trying to look cool so everyone stares and points. Oh wait it doesn't work because I’m just a stupid cunt with no style. *twirls hair*

And when I date guys or make out with them: they HAVE to wear eyeliner and tight t-shirts. They HAVE to have more then 1000 friends on MySpace and drive a car past the year 2000 because that’s all that matters. No one cares about feelings, just fuck me in my plastic asshole and tell me how cute I am when my lipstick rubs off on your penis. *pops gum*

I’m still in high school but somehow I got a fake ID so I’m SO awesome!! My favorite hang outs are the TOTALLY SCENE CLUBS where I can dance in front of all my internet friends and show how dumb I am. I’m better then everyone else because I know the lyrics to EVERY retarded song played and I can even shake it like one of those trolls in a Lil’ Jon music video.

But whatever, I’ll just show my tits and everyone will be ok.

Sound familiar?

Yeah I should piss on your face next time any of you get near me.

I saw Wes at Subway.
It wasn't as if I wasn't expecting to see him.
I just wasn't expecting him to say anything.

And the only reason I went was because of my cousin.

Because she has this weird thought in her head that she loves him.

So it basically went down like this:

I walk into Subway, just doing whatever and I walk over to the register and some guy is like, *nod* and I go, "Can I have a coke?" and he goes, "You just want a cup?" and so I go, "Yeah." and he gives me a cup. Wes turns and sees me and I kind of look away at first and then I look at him and he goes, "Do I know you?" and the first thing I think of is "Fuck you" because Cam tells me pretty much everything he says, especially about me being fat and a bitch, thank you Wes, darlin. But I don't let that slip out and I say, "Probably." and then I'm filling up my coke and I can't stop staring. Fucking weird. So then I go to leave and I think he says "bye" or something but as I'm walking out the door I go, "I'll tell Camille you say hi" which is a bad move on my part because it turns out she's been lying to him nonstop. About being a virgin, about where she lives, the only things that aren't fake are her pictures. Which don't really look like her anyway. So I don't even know this until I call her and tell her, "Yeah, Wes is hot." because that's basically all she wanted to know.

So all in all, the day sucked.
I saw Wes, and I found out my cousin is a fucking liar.
Who the hell isn't a liar these days?
Everyone is lying to me and it's sickening.
Especially when it's family.

It's disgusting when someone acts just like you and lies about the music they listen to, what they do, how they act.
It's like she wants to be me or something.
Drums? Guitar? Singing? Can you say fake?
Fuck that shit. She's not me.
She needs to stop trying.

And what makes the situation even more pathetic is..
Why try to be like me?
When there's so many other cool people?
It makes no sense.

I want to go to Hollywood.