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"Yeah, THAT, keep it there." / "Do you wash your hair with **** / -Henry Mullins.
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Apr 4, 2010
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You look like a ******* rockstar. / Orange hair all over the place. / Holding your face like a glass of wine.
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May 15, 2010
A creeper.
I keep writing about people who don't know me. / Boys who would never talk to me, not even for the world. / Maybe its' some subconscious coping or something psychological
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May 15, 2010
Don't edit me.
Daisy (12:57 AM): Please please please... / Daisy (1:02 AM): I was laying down earlier, and without asking me any sort of permission, the image of Nathan with some other girl in his arms, in his room, laughing smiling, the whole idea came vividly to mind, and it crushed. It felt like someone stood on my chest and stomped. My computer was making aim noises and I didn't want to talk to anyone, I got up anyway. Now it's later, and I've shoved the thought from my mind. Now I'm alone, everyone's gone to sleep, my hair is clean, I'm alone. Damien Rice's voice pours out my speaker and my eyes overflow. I guess once I finally thought I was really really over him, it had to come back and hit me in the face. I'm so sick of sounding so stupid. It doesn't even make sense, / Daisy (1:03 AM): I shouldn't be tied to him after everything. My soul is crushed.
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Jul 22, 2010
Ensomnia
I hate it when all I want to do is die; / And all I get is sleep. / And not even that lasts.
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Apr 5, 2010
Falling into your eyes
You're lifting me up to the stars. / we're sitting cross-lagged on the moon. / Drinking coffee in the clouds.
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Apr 10, 2010
Gloomy; The Naughty Grizzly.
I don't really know what is, what never was, and what isn't. / Today you told my best friend she's beautiful and always have been. / Why did you always love everyone else more?
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May 15, 2010
Hello Beautiful Lady
To the boy who works at the corner store; / With your lush deep, dark skin. / You made my day; flirting with me.
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Jun 30, 2010
I hate you.
The jeans I never threw out. / Even though you told me to. / They meant too much.
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Apr 7, 2010
I haven't.
I haven't written anything / In at least a month / I've dreampt about kissing
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Jun 30, 2010
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