Hell-o.

Hell-o.
Hello, i love you; will you tell me your name?.
Hello, i'm good-for-nothing, will you love me just the same?.

La.

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No puedo cambiar (prefiero desaparecer)

viernes, enero 23, 2009

23.

Volviste por la venganza, ¿No, 23?.
Sé que te falle creyendo por un momento en el 27, pero no volverá a pasar (?.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa, era re secta esto. xd

Bueno, em, hoy tenía demasiados planes (?
Pero se simplificaron a: mac y luego club :D.
Qué diver.

LALALALALLA.
Teeeeeeeeeeeeeell me baby, what's your stooooooooooory (8).
yay. (?
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i'm not asking to go dancing i'm not that dumb anymore
its exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding through the floor
its a gory sort of story that's been told a million times before
don't be sorry just ignore me because honestly
i'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride into setting suns aching to stand on my own two feet
how many wishes do i still have left to fix the way it ends?
how many princes will it take to put a girl like this back together again?
how many instances can you point out where i was less than kind?
how many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind?
& how much time do we have left before it's midnight?





i'd walk through hell for u.