ALL BY MYSELF

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I WANT TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

BUT I CANT HANDLE COMMITMENT.

- every now and then i fall apart -

i want to be famous.

sex you laterr ;

remembering sunday.. she falls to her knees..

just, pull the trigger, please.

this girl..  Emma Dean. ♥

it was so fucking perfect.

lets be more than this.

don't you know baby? we're all alone now & i need something to sing about.

i love you ♥

s h o w m e h o w i t h u r t s t o r o t f r o m t h e i n s i d e o u t

I CAN FEEL YOU ALL AROUND ME

THICKENING THE AIR I'M BREATHING;

HOLDING ON TO WHAT I'M FEELING

SAVORING THIS HEART THAT'S HEALING.

if you can wait till i get home, then i swear we can make this last.

& if i had you, that would be the only thing i ever need.

the deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers.

it's a violent pornography, choking chicks & sodomy.

the kinda shit you get on your tv

i must not tell lies

i must not tell lies

i must not tell lies

i must not tell lies

i must not tell lies

i must not tell lies

i must not tell lies

i must not tell lies

S A T I S F I E D ? 

to love at all is to be vulnerable.

 love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.

 if you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.

 wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements;

 lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.

 but in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change.

 It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

NOW YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING TO DIE FOR

Forget the times he walked by, Forget the times he made you cry,
Forget the times he spoke your name, Remember now your not the same.
Forget the times he held your hand, Forget the sweet things if you can,
Forget the times & Don't pretend, Remember now he's just your friend.

16 just held such better days

- a funeral for a friend.

somewhere between an excuse and a lie, you found something that you believe in. so proud, i guess i can't imagine why. three cheers for what we used to be.
somewhere between delusion and denial, you'll drown in your own sympathy. profound? at least you thought so at the time. a ghost of who you used to be.

    YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE THIS IS HURTING

& you know what, i don't actually want to receive calls at 12am at night, trying to "fix things" when they are already broken.