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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domingo, agosto 30, 2009


Nota mental 1: Me doy cuenta de que no se organizar mis tiempos.
Nota mental 2: Todo el mundo sale a bailar & stuff hoy que es sábado a la noche y yo me quedo acá, patéticamente, esperando quién sabe qué. Me doy lástima.
Nota mental 3: Todos los sábados a la noche me agarra el bajón por lo mismo.
Nota mental 4: El fin de semana que viene voy a hacer planes de antemano.
Nota mental 5: Creo que ahora voy a ir a leer.
Nota mental 6: Cada vez me doy más lástima.
Nota mental 7: Voy a desaprobar biología.
Nota mental 8: Basta de notas mentales, me fui a deprimirme sola. Adiós.
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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.