despite our sleep over being the best soo far, i can’t help but admit that it was full of “i’m pitiful” moments. sigh.

full of, “i miss hims” and of “i don’t know what to do’s.”

i think i want to turn into a smoker. i don’t know. i want to try a black bat, dj mix, lucky strikes and all those other highly commercialized suicide sticks.

i want to start cutting myself on a regular basis and puking my food out and wearing my hair to the side just like those typical emo kids do.

i wanna be that typical teenager with all those fucked up things rolled into one.

call me crazy. but i blame PMS. it’s got to be PMS because i know that this is not permanent.

i just saw your name pop out from the side of my screen. i know it’s not really you but i saw it anyways and i can’t help but wish it was you and that you’d call me and talk to me and just make me feel better with just the sound of your voice

i don’t know what i was thinking. i don’t know what to think anymore either. i just hate the fact that you’re too scared to be with me. how much more could you possibly hurt me?

i think it’s actually humuorous how i’m soo affected by the whole deal when i knew that this would happen. i guess was just fantasizing again..poor kid.

I wish you’d tell me that you couldn’t break my heart to my face. i wish you’d tell me that you love me and i wish that you’d say it while looking straight into my eyes so that.. wa lang, experience. HAHA. jk.

seriously, i’m ok. maybe a little bit of me isn’t. i mean, who would be? but you know, if it’s for the best then why waste it?

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