About Me
"I'll tell you in another life, when we're both cats."
age: 25 (Feb 14, 1988)
MEMBER SINCE: September 2006
occupation: student
stats: fairy..
crush: quinne!
body mods: nosering, bellybutton ring, and a few in progress.
into: school, parties, sex
i lost my virginity: on the balcony of my 3rd floor apartment, facing the highway.
(Here's your testicles- take it from me, they were second-rate anyway.)
Just one lesson for you-
You don't exist.
Stars you can't see and plastic cups, glass bottles in the grass
Everything, anything else is more than you.
You're no one's life, just a temporary hallucination, something like a song
I just made you up to hurt myself
..But not even close.
There's no one who wonders where you are,
At any given time
And when you look in her eyes, you see it
You hear her screaming those words,
You'll never be good enough
You'll never be happy
You'll never be
You'll never
You'll forget to breathe.
I know all the motions you go through, the facade and the superficial smile
Lying to yourself becomes easier every day.
You taught me this-
And I documented it all, and you read it, and you bought it, but I never
And she won't either.
Sure she's
Stretched and worn and unoriginal, talentless, aimless
Grammatical debauchery and herpes
But you're nothing special.
You're nothing.
She's addicted to your body heat and soon it'll all be gone.
Tell me
What's it feel like to be a ghost?
Give my gun away, it's loaded.
Shoot it.
Shoot it.
Remember when, remember that time, I held something sharp and dangerous right next to your temple. Over the phone, me in the car and you in fucking Michigan, I told you I blamed you. But it was all my fault, even giving you the time of day. Worrying about you, that's where I went wrong. I was never scared of doing it all by myself, and I planned on it. I planned on shutting you out of both of our lives. A few hours of Valerie telling me how much you would be hurt and I gave in. Fuck you. Fuck you. You're such a disappointment. Even more than I've been, and I admit that's rank. That's bloody fucking topping it all, Caleb. You and your sissy ass calls at 3 AM and you'd be so mad when I didn't answer, which was most of the time, but...
Just one lesson for you-
You don't exist.
Stars you can't see and plastic cups, glass bottles in the grass
Everything, anything else is more than you.
You're no one's life, just a temporary hallucination, something like a song
I just made you up to hurt myself
..But not even close.
There's no one who wonders where you are,
At any given time
And when you look in her eyes, you see it
You hear her screaming those words,
You'll never be good enough
You'll never be happy
You'll never be
You'll never
You'll forget to breathe.
I know all the motions you go through, the facade and the superficial smile
Lying to yourself becomes easier every day.
You taught me this-
And I documented it all, and you read it, and you bought it, but I never
And she won't either.
Sure she's
Stretched and worn and unoriginal, talentless, aimless
Grammatical debauchery and herpes
But you're nothing special.
You're nothing.
She's addicted to your body heat and soon it'll all be gone.
Tell me
What's it feel like to be a ghost?
Give my gun away, it's loaded.
Shoot it.
Shoot it.
Remember when, remember that time, I held something sharp and dangerous right next to your temple. Over the phone, me in the car and you in fucking Michigan, I told you I blamed you. But it was all my fault, even giving you the time of day. Worrying about you, that's where I went wrong. I was never scared of doing it all by myself, and I planned on it. I planned on shutting you out of both of our lives. A few hours of Valerie telling me how much you would be hurt and I gave in. Fuck you. Fuck you. You're such a disappointment. Even more than I've been, and I admit that's rank. That's bloody fucking topping it all, Caleb. You and your sissy ass calls at 3 AM and you'd be so mad when I didn't answer, which was most of the time, but...















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