Old love letters. Cuts on my legs. Bruises on my ribs. I choose this. I don't have sympathy. I told your secrets. I hate liars. Up in flames. Down in the dummpps. Take me home, wait don't. Okay, do. Are other girls as creepy as we are? No. Okay. Great. Do other girls get this high before social events? No? Weird..
I have this figured out, I just slip sometimes.
..I wish i was Kate nash.. or Lady gaga.. Or Alice Cullen. hahahahah twilight....
