And tell me now where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart

I feel like this distance is taking a toll on us. Not quite sure if it's for the better or worse.

Love that will not betray you, dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be.


Maybe if I somehow find it again, it'll rid me of this animalistic psychosis. But until then, I suppose I'm cursed.

This is what has had me recently. The banjo got me sold. And the fact that it sounds like its from 1899. :)

All I want to do is smoke a big, fat bowl.

Of me.



Of me.

I want your psycho
Your vertigo shtick
Want you in my rear window
Baby you’re sick
I want your love


Gaga's hommage to Hitchcock, saying, I want your deepest darkest emotions that accompany your love.

There are probably a handful of reasons you could guess why I never want to be home (in nova) ever again. There are also many things I would like to say to you.

Weird.

Told you from the start.

Yeah, wth. But this song is good.

I'm strong enough to run away from everything I once had, ready to start over, and my time is now. This is a new independence.

God. I'm so glad I'm out of NoVa.

Happy birthday to me.

Nomad.

According to Bukowski, starting thursday I've got only one more year.

And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three. --Sylvia Plath

Sometimes I hate the fact that he isn't you.
And I hate when boys feel the need to lie to impress a girl.
He doesn't do that. But still.
He treats me like I always wanted you to treat me.
Oh well. Miss you. Both.

There's nothing I hate more than dishonesty.

Lost; that's all I am right now.

I've gotten to the point where it no longer blurs my mind. It enlightens me.