My Favorite Bands:
Titter is a Mad Funny Word!!!
Body Coverings & Ornaments
Ditto
Titter... LMAO!!!!
WhOa man wHoA!
Yup
go buy a kilt, sir (ma'am?)
I hate it when you are so infatuated with someone that it hurts...yet you can't confront them and tell them how you feel because you are scared and afraid of rejection. I hate it when you find out that they already have someone. It's like a peice of you is torn out, or what little hope you once had for a possible future with them is dead. I hate it when someone else confides in you their feelings for your obsession and instead of feeling compassionate and sympathetic towards someone with whom you can identify with, you feel a pang of jealousy as though someone just stabbed your heart, and they become another competitor in the war to win his heart. I hate it when he talks to me...and the words just wont come...and i end up sounding kind of dim, or like i dont know what i'm talking about. I hate the nights that i cant stop thinking of him. The nights when i create brilliant conversations that we might have and the nights when i wonder if he maybe ever thinks of me too. I hate that i cant move on. Even when it seems hopeless and pointless and like my endless love for him is cruel and abusive to my self. I hate that he doesnt know.
