cariann's paolo is amazing.

best friends.

best friends forever.
those friends for never.

not caring.

im not caring about what you do. i only care about myself.

pondering.

pondering about my life and whether i deserve another chance.

oh, i just assumed.
if it makes your picture prefect, i'll paint myself out.

freedom -.-

i was always the girl with the most potential,
but i never got the part.
i never had enough gut or my heart always spill to much.

little miss sunshine was replaced.
the only weather left is overcast sky, sprinkled with lies.

oh, you can't tell?
o,well this is living hell.

you > me

just little two liners. had to put 'em somewhere. comment if you want to.


my confidence came in an over-priced jar,
that left me marked down.

words and wrists slurred.
she is serving up this year with a smile.

okay so i felt like it.

love will tear us apart.... again...

is my timing that flawed?

god's tv: a bit of a spinoff.

there in all the angels and the airwaves,
there with rabbit ears and all, sat God's tv.
prime time, all the time.
his loving eyes strained; as we strain for answers.
are you there? do you even listen? do you even care?

all i have so far gina and maria.
comments.

you can breathe. you can breathe now, but the air is running out of you.

o god. there are times when i am so lost that it scares me.
i shouldnt have friends. they can do soo much better than me.

asteroid mind.

i've always been that girl with the lopsided crown.
the one who won thrift shop prom queen hands down.
then as the last dance played, i was left under the torn-down streamers.
my dress in shreds, and my heart in need of a neon colored cast,
i walked home in the fog.
i cried and had cupid sew my heart with a silver lining
because i never could get it right.
i always had the right mind, but the wrong idea for these sort of things.
so this is me, the girl with the silver-lined heart desperate
for pink tuxed prom king wearing his converse, who fell where the sidewalk almost ended and in all the chaos of her fall, in the crack of the concrete a small daisy grew.

latin, moonunits, cute boys, and debate clubs: wonders of high school.

school stills blows :]
debate club is pretty much amazing and my favorite club currently.
i love my new friends thoughhh <3

gah. thats it.