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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lunes, febrero 23, 2009

Necesitaba eso, necesitaba que las cosas me saliesen mal para poder darme cuenta de que aún seguía en el mundo real.
Necesitaba sentirme estúpida otra vez, necesitaba darme cuenta de que no estaba paranoica con que las cosas estaban saliendo mal sino que así es como estaban saliendo.
Necesitaba caer y sentirme destruida. Gracias, lo necesitaba.
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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.