Is it like the song says?

Whenever she's gone,
I sleep with the light on?
Whenever I don't have her by my side,
I cry until I eventually catch maybe
three hours of sleep?
Is it true,
that I need my best friends by my side at all times?

I respect her actions.

I respect her thoughts.

I respect who she is,

even if she's pressured into things.

She is my best friend,

and I love her dearly.

Britty, don't ever leave me.

If only I could be a fairy.
Invisible to the people
who don't want me.
Clear as day
to the people who truely love me.
Maybe they wouldn't see me.
Maybe they wouldn't see the
fairy dust shooing out my ass.
Maybe they wouldn't see the
beauty that wasn't hidden very well by my sadness.


Maybe then you could see,
that you couldn't see me.
So does that mean...

you don't love me?

I could care less, really.

Because they can see me.

Leave me alone.
I'm not happy.
I'm annoyed.
Just let me be.
The world isn't nice.
Not everything is fair.
I am not feeling loving today.
I am not feeling nice today.
Just stop talking to me.
Please?

Go away.

I'm annoyed.
I'm upset.
I'm hungry but not going to eat.
I'm crying but wont wipe the tears,
nor let them be wiped.
I want to dissappear.

"Stupid lying bitch who's david?
The guy who lives next door."

I really want a cream cicle right now.

It would complete my Busted fantasy.

But of course I can't have a creamcicle.

I can't even have Busted.

Not even Mattie.

Stupid celebrities.

Meh. At least I have somebody.

"I don't know you."

Fake your death.
Tell a lie.
Hide your pain.
Create a new identity.
Create a new face.
Create a new personality.
Hide away
until you're sure
your old person is gone.

Die.
Lie.
Hide.
Be re-born.
Re-create yourself.
Hide a bit more...

And then shine.

I should have known
that I wasn't the one.
Yet I seemed to get my hopes up
for something as simple as that.
He didn't care,
just kept on saying sorry.
Even if he knew deep down that I was crying.
And he was the cause.

That was my dream...

But it felt so real.

I even felt the dried tears on my cheeks this morning.

Why do I fall for these stupid,

not-real celebrities?

I may never know.

Oh, and one more thing.

Bring my chicken noodle soup, pie, and a good fucking book...

I'll love you forever.

ilykat<3

Cause this life, is too short.

Why hello cruel world.
How art thou on this fine day?
The writing on my hands still havent gone away.
The writing in my computer is still there.
Everything is not that okay at home, but I'm surviving.
My best soul friend is online.
My girlfriend is alive and well.
I am alive, and that's good enough.
I'm sick, praise jesus (Sarcasm).
I'm also typing,chatting, and reading.
I would be listening, but I need a list of my dad's rock and roll songs.
I wouldbe off sending my letter to Miranda, but the fucking tard at the store gave me a Canada stamp, rather than a US one.

Joy to the fucking world.