Sunday, January 23, 2005

Every moment I wish I was broken on the outside, then I could justify why I feel like a million pieces on the inside


i'm so jealous of the people how are able to tell people all their problems. fuck, i can't even write everything i want to in here cause i know some people read it. i am soo scared of someone finding out what happened before that i won't even mention it anywhere, not even my paper diary, in case someone reads it. it fucking sucks that i can't express all this shit in my head anywhere. i wont even let myself write down what i think about every single fucking day and then burn it. i'd be too paranoid that people would be able to magically unburn it and read it.....

THE GIRL
Green eyes
blonde hair
scared and scarred
melodramic
freak
too trusting
pissed off

LIKES
taking photos
glass
friends
music
conversations that are deep to the people invloved but toally pointless to everyone else
Poems and lyrics
gory picture
Horror movies
Blood and guts
typwriters
highgways at night
coffee
collages
mix cds
mail

DISLIKES
backstabbers
times new roman
curfews
open doors
closed doors
close-mindedness
excessive religion
school
fighting
hurting people
fucking up