The fear.

i hate knowing what it feels like to have your heart savagely ripped out of your chest and stabbed repeatedly, destroyed beyond recognition, mutilated...i miss my innocence and wish that i had enjoyed it more.
i'm afraid of the night...i'm afraid of 9pm and 10pm and 11pm...and especially 2am...because that's when all the demons start coming out and i'm no match for them.

I want you.

soooo stole this idea from another blog i frequent, but oh wells, at least i'm giving credit, hehehehe!

Zach...i know you do McArdiente (even though you've only known me for two weeks)

still got nothing but love for you Paris...you inspire me!

question to ponder...why is ice-cream like a little piece of heaven?

"i want you,

just exactly like i used to,

and baby this is only bringing me dowwwwn...."