Re: Confess.

[shipwrecked]

Yeah, you're awesome.
But I'm not sure how well I can hide the fact that I'm still not completely comfortable around you...something about you just repels, or at least warns, me....

[.I'm Not Afraid.]

Okay, there's no way you can't notice that.
....
Seriously.
I sense Hesitation nation!
>.<
Gosh, this sucks.

[Lillian.]

I WANT TO BE PRETTY!!!

[Adrisole Q. Kazoo]

^ you're gorgeous. <33

-

well, fucking gosh.
i miss you so much.
you'd better come back before next year...

-

johnnyyy
i love random comments.

[mitchell davis]

Beatles and Green Day today in class?
I love my english teacher

[Adrisole Q. Kazoo]

of course, cause it's so goddamn funny when you make fun of how small my wrists are
and calling me anorexic
and saying "does this remind you of anything?" and doing the gagging motion

well, you know what?
fuck you.
i know you're kidding, you're not that mean
but fuck you.

[Thaddeus]

What the fuck is my problem?
I get my fucking eight hours of sleep every night, at least. I sleep through the entire night.
And yet, I still can hardly function at school. I can hardly keep awake, at all.

I'm so sick of this shit.

[Vienna]

TBQH I don't want to give Amanda her gifts.
I enjoy those mitts and I could put that gift card to better use.
But I will give them to her and act like the 'good friend' I am.
-gag-

[Thaddeus]

You're a better friend to her than she deserves.

[prescription]

Yeahno I don't really really really like him or anything. Not at all.

[Heartswell.]

i feel sick. and tired.

[Kinky: fix it up.]

I'm pretty sure she's sick of me.
I honestly think she is...
She had her QUT interview on Wednesday and made Cynthia go with her.
I feel stupid saying this but I'm her girlfriend and this was her shot at getting into the same uni as me.
She snaps at me on the phone.
She hardly talks when we finally go out somewhere.

It just hurts...
It hurts so much knowing my girlfriend would rather spend time with someone else.
We never use to be like this

[FUCT up]

That is so unhealthy.
self hatred thoughts gtfo my brain.

... I'm sorry :'[
But I can't.

[Scribbles. Adrisole.]

I WANT TO BE PRETTY!!!

--

I think it's going away, but I'm not sure. I think I want it to. But, again, I'm not sure. :/

[Skyway Avenue]

I miss you guys so so bad.
I wanna see you seriously now.
I want to steal the car and drive to Dubbo, but I can't.
I want to see you.
I'll make Mum drive me to Dubbo.

[joutsenet.]

...the first thought i had when i saw that was, 'we should rent that movie together.'

=/

it'll never happen.


and it really doesn't help that every time i'm around him, i can't stop imagining kissing him.

[zero]

That mother fucked.
She thinks she can go on saying that boo-fucking-hoo her heart's broken.
She's such a fucking attention whore. :\ Fuck her.
So she tells everybody he broke up with him just so people would notice her and buy her album?

Patheticccccccccccccccccc.
Uck.

[we are galaxies.]

you see.

good things do not fucking happen to me.

i think knowing him is probably as good as it's going to get... and even that's rather stupid.

---

i can't look at her because she looks like her and that reminds me of him and that is why i hate algebra.

[testosterone boy]

I have been asleep for 4 hours straight
since like 5:30 at most.




my fucking parernts are bailing on my first real convert. ever.


I WROTE two of these songs. Not the lyrics. not the melody. ALL of them. every fucking bit.


and then you know what? I was ASKED to sing in two more


and they cant work out why I'm upset
you know why I'm upset?

bewcause they would be the only people who would even give the slightest fcucking shit about the fact that I was up there



nobody else wants to hear my mediocre vocals or my wimpy ass melodies or my pathetic attempts to sound profound

nobody else cares



I'm going to be up there, ripping myself open and disecting myself piece by piece for an audience who won't even know my name.



THAT is why I'm so fucking upset.



I'm upset because all I've ever wanted was to be a rock star, and now is the night where I get to be one, even if it is just fucking pretend - and nobody will give a flying fuck. nobody in the audience will give the time of day to the weird boy who probably isnta boy, right? with eyes red from the tears and scars lining his goddamn arm. nobody will give a shit.



no.



fucking.



body.

[we are galaxies.]

every day i look at these damn pictures and i think, it's never going to happen.
and i need to accept that.
once i accept that there is no hope in this situation, i can go die. which will be nice and revealing and i can go to heaven and see my mom.

let's get to this accepting business.


except i know it's not going to work, because i can't accept it, no matter how much i want to. because as much as i want to die, for reasons more than this, and as much as i wish i had no hope so i could die, i don't want to die without meeting you. and i'm scared that it's going to happen soon. i feel... weird. and i don't like it, it scares me.

i want to die, after i meet you. after i have to stop hoping because it happened.
but one of my largest fears is knowing i might not make it.
i don't think i'm going to make it.
i want to accept it, but at the same time i don't.
this whole thing is just me contradicting myself.

i do not know how i am supposed to feel.
i don't feel like i'm going to make it.
i don't feel like i have to.