twisted

hmmm.

for once im pretty speechless.

give it a minute,

i pretty much love my hair

im pretty much a gay scene boy.

i pretty much would bang myself.

there are WAAAAAAAAAAAAY too many country songs that say exactly my life.

they are so true and perfectly matching that i wont even write them on here.

but you never know, maybe i will.

time is passing so slowly.

i cant decide if this is better than seeing whats to come.

maybe everything is easier if its just gotten over with.

time and time again, i doubt who i am.

what a tragic ending,

dont let go of my hand.

i love that song.

i hape kara likes my hair.

i cant wait to dance in it.

right now i feel ok.

sometimes i suspect myself of being bipolar.

i was crying 2.5 hours ago now im eating chips and thinking about tomorrow.

i wish i could do everything you want me to.

for some reason its hard for me.

its like i dont want to ruin it, i dont want to ruin you.

you still havent moved out.

and it bothers me. but its not awful. i dont think of you in any way but that youre there.

and that im mad.

i do wish someone would swoop in and rescue me.

i know i should just rescue myself.

you tell me i can be alone.

but for some reason i dont believe you.

i dont believe that it will get better.

i dont believe one day ill stop being weak.

not that i even want to.

i just want to sit here feeling pain.

at least i know im alive.

i feel like i did what i was supposed to.

but i dont feel satisfied.

i guess im just waiting it out.

how do you not get why i would be upset?

take me away from the place i call home.

act like its fun. act like its funny.

you just dont get it because youre not here.

maybe im being immature. i dont feel bad though i know its wrong.

i just want to make this hard.

i wonder what i will do when there is no one there to save me

when he hits me, when he cheats.

when i love him anyway.

i wonder what she will be like...

it had better be a she.

if i dont like her i will fire her. i have to be able to talk to her as a friend.

if its a he, i think i would fall in love with him.

or i would feel like hes judging me.

yes, id better have a woman.

weird weird weird.

i wonder whats going on with you?

maybe you'll tell me someday.

underwood, carrie -

20.23.9.19.20.5.4.

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