i'm so obsessed with the violent femmes. mia hates me and roxie and denies it fervently....but i love her. and she's seventeen in 3 hours and 33 minutes. whoa. that's crazy....

nothing to say...
en seeemmmbluh
cancer....doo doo doo.
i need someone a person to talk someone to care to love could it be you
could it be you?

i'm in such a bad mood. i hate caring and i hate people knowing i care and it just makes me so angry that i want to kick something in the face, but i still want them to see me lash out and think i'm so awesome for such a bold display of emotions and they'll all flock to be my friends. i hate myself.
five, five, five for my lonely
and six, six, six for my sorrow
and seven, seven, for no tomorrow