my head is spinning. i'm a little high, high on anger and ignorance.
you really do a lot to me and i don't know how to handle it all.
you make me so fucking angry, but yet you make me fall in love with you.
i hate the way you handle things and in the same breath i like it.

wow, i'm a little more fucked than i thought i was.

i think i need you to make the effort, my lovely.
i'm done with that.
the invitation is at your door now and you will choose what to do with it.
i will be waiting for the 8th of January.
i won't remind you.
i want you to remind me that you're coming.
we havn't spoken in a while and i don't think you miss me half as much as i miss you.
that is a fucking fact.

cheats.

you're so fucking empty that it makes me sick. do you have no heart at all? do you think that i'm dancing and singing because you're married? what the fuck.

right now, i don't even want to be your girlfriend anymore. That's how much i hate it right now. Hate it to be in this position with you. i wish so hard that you would just open your fucking eyes.

but you propably wouldn't and you will propably continue taking me for granted.

go fuck yourself.

the bottle.

what a crazy fucking night.

found some things i never would have imagined to find.

i love this.

ahh :)

relationship mess.

now all i can think about is you. why do you have to be so damn difficult?
you're so easy going, it's ridicilous, wow.

i get so effing frustrated with you and you're problems. what about me? i'm too generous to even think about myself and about what i need and why? because i want to make you a happy girl.

that's bullshit.

everytime i'm so ready to leave you, you convince me otherwise. every single time. i say to myself:"okay, i'm going to leave you today. today is the damn day" then i see and everything changes. you have this uncontrolable hold over me and i can't cut you loose.

pretty girls and their bagage shit. drives me insane. you're so damn incosiderate, but yet i crave that inconsideration just because it's you that i want. now i'm the one that is being ridicolous. if you had to read this you'd propably think that your girlfriend is a phsycho. truth is, i just like you a little too much.

back down a little.

life of a  gay teen, it's damn messy.

you're looking very shane today.

nevermind the fact that you are from The L Word. you my dear, you are sensationally hot.

damn.

you can wear boy jockeys and still look fucking sexy in them. you make men look bad in jockeys, shane. well, a boy in a jockey would utterly disgust me anyway since i don't really bat for that team.

i want to have your lifestlye.