don't wish, don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart. I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl. There's a girl I know, he loves her so. I'm not that girl.

blah blah fuck you

the good thing about the american dream... You can just go to sleep, and try again the next night.

I've never felt love for a man but it sure felt nice when he was holdin my hand

I just keep waiting and waiting, but what am I waiting for?

I miss having connections with people like I did in high school. I know I'm only 20, but that sounds so old. It worries me that I'm not attracted to anyone anymore and that I don't connect with people.

you can stay tonight and make everything all right...

watching shows i don't care about
reading a book i don't care about
looking at facebooks i don't care about
learning about things i don't care about

I hate facebook. I don't like how it's become a part of everyone.
If you don't like someone, delete them on facebook.
You're not dating someone unless it says so on facebook.
If you need to break up with someone, just switch your facebook to "single."
If someone doesn't comment/message/chat/write on your wall, they're mad at you or a bad friend.
Instead of talking to someone, or actually being a their friend, just "like" what they do every now and then, that'll hold the friendship up.
Don't bother talking to anyone or seeing them in person, you can see every day of their lives on facebook.

the world is a movie.
flying is the only time I really see the world.
that worries ne.

sleep heaaadddd

and you said
It was like fire around the brim
Burning solid
Burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were one inch from the edge of this bed
I drag you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst
With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst
They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls against your rules against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
Of your eyes but go in disguise like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead