Eight
you listen to some pretty bad music,
you can't match your clothes and
you walk like a girl but i love you.

Twelve
stop swallowing glass just to
cough up blood for attention

Nomatter what i do.i always forget.to forget you.
<\3

&. it was sad and strange and beautiful.

&&_don't tell me you [love] me.
Unless you [mean] it. Because,
I might do something [crazy]
Like [believe] it._____ <\3.

JUST FOR THE RECORD.
i h a v e f e e l i n g s t o o
</3.

&&_IF YOU EVER BEGIN TO MISS ME.
JUST REMEMBER THAT YOU.
L E T M E G O.

©I KNOW HOW IT FEELS.
to be on the edge of your bed
your head buried in your hands
tears runnin down your face
wishin everything would just end

The best kind of kiss are the unexpected, unplanned ones. Like the kind that come in the [ middle ] of a sentence.

I guess thats its typical, to cling to memories
you'll never get back again, and to sort through
old photographs of a summer long ago.