"Love is grand when you inspire each other to become better people."

Even though I always loved just being alone with you, it never got better than when we used to sing together. Why did we ever stop? Don't ever stop again.

"How'd he meet 'er?" "Well, heaven brought them together, I suppose."

All I ever wanted was to be happy, and the first time I ever actually found it, you ripped it away from me. I'm sorry I had to grow up, and I'm sorry you never let me. But that isn't my fault. I really hope none of you wonder why I hate you because it's pretty obvious, if you looked anywhere else other than your guilty fucking conscious. I won't ever be the same, I hope you know. This never will be.

Last night I told you that I never believed you when you told me that you loved me, but for some reason I always believed you when you told me you would never leave me. I suppose, it is true.

I want a boy that can teach me how to live, not make me learn how to die.

I'm starting to think we will never be free. Sometimes it just feels better to give up.

I wish I had enough pride to not show or tell you how I feel.

"All I Could Do Was Cry." This is my shit. Etta James will always be my favorite singer of all time, my inspiration, my idol. I would strive to be no one other than her beautiful, talented, voluptuous self.





This is just for fun.

"There's nothing worse in life than being ordinary."

I've always hated the Sound of Music. But I've always loved this song.





ps. this is dr. parnassus before he was parnassus.

You like to show me music that I actually will like and it makes me hate you more. You're the one with the blood on your hands. Asshole.

Everything is always good until I come home. I even feel bad for my dog. Fuck. My. Life.

Everyone feels sorry for Gaby because they know what she's been through. But not for me, because nobody sees. Nobody knows. Nobody but me.

My new crush. loloololz.

The Most Beautiful Woman in Town by Charles Bukowski

I read your story. You always told me to read it, and I never did. And again the other day, you did when you told me you hated my piercing. "I hate poetry," I would always say. Perhaps I read it once, but forgot. It didn't quite have the same meaning that it does now.

You think I am her, and you are the narrator. Well, I am Cass, and you are him.

No. You can't get enough.

If I were a movie, I'd be this one.

I absolutely hate good-byes. Just the entire meaning of it as the "last time I will ever see you." And I think that is what scares me the most. No doubt, I still love you, a little part of me always will. But it's not the "not being with you" part that paralyzes me into depression, its the thought that each time I see you could possibly be the last. I don't think I could stand not seeing or hearing from you ever again. I know that I wouldn't be able to stand it. Especially if there was something I could do to prevent it.

I wish that when you were angry, you wouldn't tell me things like you only talk to me because you feel sorry for me. Because when you're not angry, I get that side of you that I was able to bring out once upon a time. We worked so hard on that side of you. The side that disregarded all of your fears, and spoke openly about the meaning of life and us and just everything. No hesitation. You spoke of what it was at that moment in time, in space, in reality. Never thinking twice about what you had just said. You're only ever mean to me when you think about and remember what you have just said. You remember it and take it back to hurt me, to push me away. That's where we both got into trouble in our relationship.

My horoscope told me that I need to be on my best behavior because it "won't take much to upset my lover" today. But quite frankly, I hope it does. Because I will be too drunk to care.

Baby, you and me have already been writing our bad romance.

I never thought it would be difficult to keep my weight on. I thought of all my resolutions, that would be the easiest. Ugh.

So I've come up with another resolution that I can and will maintain. That I will never ever love again.



What better way to die?

I've been having extremely violent mood swings. Sigh. Time to PTFO.

Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody but me.

It's always been whatever YOU wanted. You helped me yesterday, wanted me alive and safe and successful and happy. All you thought that I would be. But I'm sick of everything you want. I wish you wouldn't have stopped me yesterday. Makes me feel like there's no winning with you. I just wanted you to stay 'til I fell asleep. It wouldn't have been long. Promise.

Stranded in this spooky town

He took my heart, I think he took my soul.

You shimmy shook my bone, all in love, on my own. Do you think of me? Where am I now? Baby, where do I sleep?



<3

Le loup-garou.