i think it's about time that i pick my sorry ass up off the ground.
maybe we all should.
we don't have to be the strongest. but we can pretend.
because i know you're damn good at pretending
and i have my moments.

sorry i forgot about you xanga. you're still my favourite...(lies)

and if i don't make it
know that
i've loved you all along
just like sunny days that
we ignore because
we're all dumb and jaded

and i hope to god i figure out what's wrong.

why is it that every time i'm at an all time low
i find myself having to pick some else up.
which only leads to my further demise.

i guess that's how it goes.
when my shit hits the fan
theirs do too.
and i try to focus my strength on them

i never succeed. or help.
instead i make it worse.
because then i am unable to function let alone save someone else.

i am an emotional waterwing that keeps deflating.
(hows that for a metaphor...or something)

it's just a little sad that it's too late.

so save your breath or at least what's left.

i swear that you’re an addict to drama
now go tell everybody

& it's ok to say i'm worthless. (i'll play your opinion 'til it hurts)
it's nothing that i can do i'm just thinking maybe
slapping some sense in you
would shove your oh-so-pretty face to the floor
it's alright
don't worry
the blood on the ground just means it's working.

i swear that you're an addict to drama
now go tell everybody

its only confirmation.
and it's ok.

officially the only smoker in the house
that's yummy

get ready for romance kids.