i have always loved them. i loved them differently, sure, but always.

You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself-
Breakfast at Tiffany's. You beauitful movie you.

They make me happier then any real person can. is that wrong?

i enjoy guys with glasses.

no idea why.

some one told me i should be a role model today. i told them that i shouldn't. at least not with the things that go through my head every five minutes.

i am not a good person.

sometimes i wish i could kill myself. to get away from you all. everyone that hurts me. everyone that breaks my heart. all the fucking time!

please leave me alone. you may not know it. but you impact my life so much. i want to...

thats the thing.

i dont even know anymore.

cute.