| Love is madness.
The sane are too mechanical to truly know it; they are too full of doubt.
The insane do not think they know it, because...well...they're insane
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She doesn't even care, anymore, anymore
She's laughing like a whore
She's holding on some more
Like a whore.
She wishes there was something, but she swears it wasn't me...
I know you wish sometimes
You wish that you were mine
Nevermore." |
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| Sometimes,
I'd rather forget,
and be left truly,
miserably
alone.
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| I'm not a geek...
...yet.
I'm off to play Guitar Hero...again.
I wish my family would leave so I can rock out on my violin. >.<
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| Xanga wins, because no one reads it.
So, I can rant and feel like I'm being listened to without worrying about disclosing secret information.
What do you think I am, stupid? I won't post real things, only rants about aggravation.
Like Dakota.
So, one second he hits on me, then he ignores me, then he hates me, then he's intrigued by me.
What the fuck?
I'm fine if he likes me...I may not reciprocate it, but I don't mind it.
But, damnit, make up your mind; I don't need any more confusion.
I know for a fact that I intrigue him. He tries to get inside my head and figure me out, but I won't let him. News flash: I've had people (*cough*) analyze me before, I know how to block it and how to scew your results. Am I a tease for dodging questions, or am I simply human?
And Tim...
>.<
I swear, I would end it, if I only knew what I was ending.
"I'm sorry, I can't not go out with you anymore?"
It's been established that we aren't dating. So what are we?
I won't let him hold my hand...
Sean sucks less now.
Trav stuff is bordering on awkwards again.
Gilbert doesn't seem to hate me anymore.
As for He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named...out of sight, out of...sight.
Das ist alles.
(*snicker* I don't know who would want to read all that crap anyway.)
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