Been awhile since my last entry. This is for you [O'saku]. I think I may be in love with you. I wish you would come visit me soon. It would be very nice. Perhaps, you could consider living in Oklahoma. I would love that so much! Please think about it. I don't think I'd be able to live without you.
PANIC! AT THE DISCO
"Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"
Well is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Well then think of what you did. And I hope to God it was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any boy you'll ever meet. Sweetie you had me.
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of exchanging body heat in the passengers seat?
no no no you know it will always just be... me
Let's get those teen hearts beating. Faster faster!
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls:
Will you dance to this beat- and hold a lover close?
Now I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus!
In case I lost my train of thought where was it that we last left off?
Let's pick up pick up
Oh now I do recall, we just were getting to the part...
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
Well then think of what you did.
And how I hope to to God he was worth it.
For that I'm very sorry love... and though you may have
Butchered us...
I sure hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
(besides)Did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?
I'll be coming to Pryor next week.
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I HATE MYSELF FOR LOSING YOU
I woke up today/Woke up wide awake/In an empty bed/Staring at an empty room/I have myself to blame/For the state I'm in today/And now dying doesn't seem so cruel/And oh, I don't know what to say/And I don't know anyway, anymore/I hate myself for losing you/I'm seeing it all so clear/I hate myself for losing you/What do you when you look in the mirror and staring at you is why he's not here/You got what you deserved/Hope you're happy now/Cuz everytime I think of both of you/It's killing me inside/And now I dread each day/Knowing I can't be saved/From the lonliness of living without you/And oh, I don't know what to do/Not sure that I'll pull through/I wish you knew/I hate myself for losing you/And oh, I don't know what to do/Not sure that I'll pull through/I wish you knew, I wish you knew/And oh, I don't know what to say/And I don't know anyway, anymore/No, no/What do you say when everything you said/Is the reason why he left you in the end/ How do you cry when every day you said/Don't ever bring him back again/I hate myself for losing you
I had a dream me and Cameron went to a party. There was Vodka and I took a bottle with me. We went to my house and my mom thought I was drunk. She said something, I guess it was a challenge. Cuz I took the bottle and chugged it. Then I woke up.
[92% percent of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Repost this if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing your ass off.]
I had a weird dream last night. It was at my grandma's house. I was in a swimming contest. There was a really hot guy. At first he was wearing a black swimsuit for women, then he changed into shorts, then he had clothes on. I wore a swimsuit then I had weird clothes on. I made out with him too. I didn't get his name though. He looked like this guy I saw on MySpace. It was pretty weird, but we were hitting it off. I still can't believe that we made out. It's kinda creepy, but kinda cool. I woke up from that dream to find my mom checking to see if I had a fever. Then I went back to sleep. I don't know if I dreamed again. I woke up again cuz I heard my alarm go off. I fell back to sleep, and woke up to see Teresa standing in my doorway. And now here I am.
Cameron called me last night, and I had an asthma attack before we hung up. He asked if I was ok. I told him I was after a minute or so. I couldn't breathe for awhile so it took me awhile to answer him. He told me I gave him a heart attack. That's the last time I stuff tons of chocolate in my mouth while jumping up and down, listening to Slipknot, and talking to Cameron at the same time.
Cameron upset me. First of all, he wouldn't stop playing his guitar. Second, he nagged me for digging in his coat pockets when he knows that I love doing it. Plus he tries to hard on some things. And when he asked me if I was mad at him, I said maybe. He didn't really get that I was. He doesn't understand what I was saying to him.
Hey. I'll be offline till Monday.
Hey everyone! I'll be gone this weekend. So yeah. Just letting you know.
I have a b/f. He's a Sr. He plays the guitar, bass, and drums. He's in the army. Right now, he's at Louisiana. He's so awesome.
Wanna hear a story? I'll tell you.
I was a little girl. My dad was chopping a tree.
I was sitting on the porch with my mom and g-ma. Then some cars crashed, and they were watching that. I snuck off, and went to my dad. He didn't know I was behind him, he pulled back the ax, and wacked me in the head with the back of the ax. I guess I was knocked out cuz that's all I remember.
Now I have trouble remembering things, I'm not as smart as I should be, and I have voices in my head.
I'm so lonely. I need a b/f. I wish this one guy would like me.
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Here's a song. It's the bonus track from "The Chronicles of Life and Death (Death Version)" CD.
Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
But hurt beneath my skin
My eyes are fadin'
My soul is bleedin'
I'll try to make it seem ok
But my faith is wearin' thin
chorus
So help me heal these wounds
Leave it open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I'm open and I'm bleedin'
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them up
I only wanted a magazine
I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed
And now my mind is an open book
And now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open soul for all to see
chorus
But help me heal these wounds
Leave it open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I'm open and I'm bleedin'
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me close them up
So you come along
I'll push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
Cuz I need someone to help me
Oh I need someone to help me
To help me heal these wounds
Leave it open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I'm open and I'm bleedin'
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them
I need someone to help me fill them
I need someone to help me close them up
I wrote this song. I don't care what you think of it, so don't send me messages saying that it sux.
I can't get over you. I can't get over you. I love you. I love you.
My brother has a new g/f. I'm so happy for him. Good luck with the new g/f, Tyler.
I'm moving. It's good, but it sux at the same time. I'm gonna have to make new friends. I hate doing that. Well, unless I'm making friends on the Internet. So ya, I'll be moving close to Oklahoma City, and for the next month or so, I'll be packing stuff up. I might not be on that much.