Read It And Weap

I've got to spill my fucking guts somewhere,
it might as well be here.

If I Die Young

If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. ♥

Sunday, August 15, 2010

I'M HUNGRY.
I'M TIRED.
I'M SINGLE.
I'M WORRIED.
I'M BROKE.
I'M COLD.
I'M BORED.
I'M CONFUSED.
I'M STRESSED.
I'M ANNOYED.
I'M SICK OF EVERYTHING.
(but you)
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