break.

a little apprehensive at first.
but the way your eyes lit up, and the words came out of your mouth, i gave in.
felt safe.
60 to 0 in 2 seconds.
cant go any further.
jet black darkness.
why do you run?
i mean no harm.
i feel the need to fix what is broken.
i dont put effort in, where i see no potential.
im not like the others.
my smiles are genuine, my words are honest, my touch is passionate.
i am safe; know this.
get me under your skin.
you'll probably never feel that way again.
i can do good if you let me.
encourage, comfort, confide in, you wont forget me.
i want to be just what you're looking for.

fix you.

i can give everything, until there's nothing left.
it may be too late, but im offering.

there are sparks, but you put them out right as they ignite.
just let them grow, they're beautiful, if you'll let them.

my warm kind words are met with ice cold silence.
this wont get you anywhere.

im breaking my back trying to get you're attention.
i have so much to offer, and you just wont let me.

break down for me.
you wont regret it.

Dear cali boys,

i hate you all.
you're all shallow.
you're all liars.
you're all heroin addicts/cheaters/thiefs/stupid motherfuckers.
you're all disrespectful.
you all dont know what the fuck you want.
you all dont want a relationship.
and you all take advantage of my kindness/walk all over me
and you all make/have made me feel like shit.
FUCK YOU, CALI BOYS.

creeper.

so there is this construction worker that has been working on the house next door to mine, this week. there is a wall seperating my back yard from where he is working.
the other day, im sitting outside smoking a cigarette, doin' my thing, when he looks over the wall and asks me how my weekend was. ive never spoken to him before. i tell him it was fine. then he says " you were dressed to kill on friday" wtf.
how would he know that??...creeper.

then today, im doing the same, only this time, i had just woken up and my hair was all curly and crazy and i didnt have make up on. and he looks over the wall again and asks me if i was the same girl that was out there a few days ago, or if im her younger sister.
hahaha
i was like, noo, its me.

i guess i look like a completely different person when i dont do my hair/make up. scarier probably. haha

anyways, this man's a creeper and needs to stop creepin' over the wall!


the end.

singing "i got trouble" by christina aguilera.

ive always wanted to sing this song.
its not my best, but just wanted to do a quick one to see how it would turn out. :)

i need

to do something.
anything.
i need to go somewhere.

sorry

i dont weigh 99 fucking pounds.
or have a perfect body.
or a perfect face.
sorry i dont look as good as all the others.
how am i supposed to compete with all of that?
how can i be confident around so many people that are very obviously better.
i dont get how someone could want me when they have so many better options to choose from.
that will never be me.
i dont even begin to compare.
i hate this.

I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul