Fairytale
'cause I don't care for your fairytales
You're so worried about the maiden though you know
She's only waiting on the next best thing
Snow White is doing dishes again cause
What else can you do
With seven itty-bitty men?
Sends them to bed and calls up a friend
Says will you meet me at midnight?
The tall blonde lets out a cry of despair says
Would have cut it myself if I knew men could climb hair
I'll have to find another tower somewhere and keep away from the windows
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Friday, April 11, 2014,
I feel like im trapped in a game of tug-of-war with myself. posted from Bloggeroid
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Sometimes I find myself annoying. Am I seeking perfection? Am I asking for too much? Sometimes it seems like i am. And i am, therefore, annoying.
Sigh posted from Bloggeroid
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Friday, January 24, 2014,
Bet he doesnt know that the underlying reason I'm so horribly sensitive today is from the unintentional reliving of those unwanted memories.
Can someone please take them away from me? It's too suffocating. I hate them, and it's making me hate myself.
"If you want people to be nicer to you, ask nicely." No idea why but this sentence seems to hurt quite a bit. I never knew I had to ask, but I guess i do now.
Think I should get some rest. posted from Bloggeroid
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Nightmares
A reason why I detest being sick is because of the merciless nightmares that come attacking my mind.
What does it take to really forgive and forget?
:( posted from Bloggeroid
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Sunday, January 05, 2014,
Getaway
For me, myself, and I.
It doesnt matter to be self-centred in times like this.
Doesnt matter anymore. posted from Bloggeroid
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Friday, December 20, 2013,
Bleeding love
Once upon a time, there lived a girl.
The girl had a magical cactus.
The cactus could speak.
The cactus was the only one she opened up to.
The cactus was her soulmate.
The girl hugs her cactus goodnight everyday.
"You really shouldn't", says the cactus. "But I want to!" The girl protests.
And so the girl goes to bed with cuts all over her arms everyday. posted from Bloggeroid
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Monday, December 16, 2013,
Goldfish
Times like these, I wish I had the memory of a goldfish, because I just want to forget, forget, forget.
Then these ruminative thoughts would cease to exist.
I wish, I wish. posted from Bloggeroid
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Meow
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I like modeling for fun.
And I sing.
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