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. ♥

Thursday, November 11, 2010

My Life Sucks.

I cannot stand not having a phone.
I hate it, more than anything.
Not being able to talk to my boyfriend.
Not hearing him say "I love you," daily, it tears me apart.
Not being able to wake up to cute text messages.
Not being able to send long rants about how important he is to me.

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FML.

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