i love like ive been hurt, dance like im being judged, and live like ive got nothing to live for. im the opposite of how everything should be. a messy, dirty, wannabe rockstar with no talent. i whine, complain, cry, throw things, bleed, stop and rewind just to make the same mistakes and bad decisions. write with cliches, share unoriginal experiences, speak fluent bullshit, and make no sense at all. hide your true self. be aware of everything and always be prepared for the worst, thats how it always ends. if you go down, bring everyone you can reach down with you. ruin the life of a life ruiner. believe in karma, believe youve got it coming to you, know that you're going to hell (if there is one). reevaluate your life and make it a tragedy. forget brutal honesty, im just brutal. trite. nonunique. im throwing away my big words and losing interest in (exciting) adjectives. school only taught me how to fuck up and still succeed, how to suck up until the D becomes an A, and who to call when you dont get your way. cheat a system, "the" system. i will be perpetually lonely puncuated by a million heartbreaks. no one is ever your friend. youre around for a reason and its not friendship, love, or company. intoxicate yourself to the point of blackout if you cant handle the constant thinking. starve yourself until you like what you see, never like what you see. binge, purge, scar yourself. keep it all a secret, your secret, never admit you're broken. fake a smile. i will die young because no matter how ambitious, i will be forgotten. nothing is eternal.

mind expanding, you, people, figuring things out, writing, spontaneity!, parks, night, parks at night, laying down (everywhere), singing obnoxiously, dancing in my car, dancing in my room, dancing in my underwear, redbull, adventures, laughing, cuddling, good music, bad music, simplicity, body modification, text messaging, sharing, fun socks, taking candid pictures of things me and my friends do, meeting new people, cutting/dying hair, creativity, watercolors, reunions, memories/nostalgia, shows/concerts, colors, learning, asking questions, answering questions, macros, thinking, my family, big purses, couch surfing, being content with "being", lyrics, summer, being alive, journals, books, walking anywhere, walking everywhere, soft things, letters from my mom, not being 'that girl', dirty cars, injuries that remind you of good times, being the unexpected, not planning, quiet, being happy