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"..a happily ever after below the waist."
ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

“..I’m an addict for dramatics; I confuse the two for love.” –Taking Back Sunday

I'm Chelsea Beckett & Joseph Mark Trohman is my hero.
Cheers.

I’m every cliché but I simply do it best.




WHERE YOU WANT TO BE.

To the emergency exit door, no.


al/alister; the resident couch potato.
Anderson D./Andy
arvy.
audreyyyy.
bamba.
The BarBars.
bets/betina.
bianca.
brittany & casey.
cheenyka.
chi; simply indescribable.
christina marie.
dindin, dingdong.
disconinjas.
ells; the Fall Out Boy chic.
hannah c.
hudaaaaa.
ice.
ickbal.
iman.
izaq.
jammie.
jana.
jemuel.
joakk/joey/quack.
jolin.
joel
jovan.
justin.
kathrine.
katkat/kathrina.
kathleen.
kevin
kim.
kriztine abigail.
krizteena.
leiz; still the blabla.
manuel.
margaret.
maria natacia.
marlieeee/marla.
melanie a.
Mary Jayy/Mary Jane/Mary Joyce.
millah.
mizwarr.
monica/monix.
mumz.
mykaa.
nabs/bilay.
naqieyahh; pronounced na-KEE-yah.
Neesah aka Victoria.
Nicholle Zoe.
nikita.
nikki.
nina.
paths; the photographer.
pinkyy.
rcheller; the Manhattanite.
rhona.
ria.
relzz.
rielle/jan.
rosemary.
rubianca.
sarrrr.
seebs.
sim.
syiqah.
shanny!
steessh; the LOUD.
tashaa/nats; for cookies click here.
tiaraaa.
timmy.
umi; the taller one.
ummi syahirah.
wryck.
viel.
yerraaa.
yvonne&rora.
yzma/amelia/ismey
zim.
zim & friends.
zul.




ENCORE

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LOUDER NOW.

cbox.ws
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Of All The Things I Felt But Never Really Shown. 4:51 PM

Broken
This fragile thing now
And I can't
I can't pick up the pieces
And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't
I can't give you a reason
 
I feel so broken up
And I give up
I just want to tell you so you know
 
Here I go
Scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only
My only one
 
Made my mistakes
Let you down
And I can't
I can't hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't
I can't get up when you're gone
 
And something's breaking up
I feel like giving up
I won't walk out until you know
 
Here I go
Scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only
My only one
 
Here I go so dishonestly
Leave a note, for you my only one
And I know you can see right through me
So let me go and you will find someone
 
Here I go
Scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one, no one like you
You are my only
My only one
 
My only one
My only one
My only one
You are my only
My only one
 
-Only One; Yellowcard.


I could talk about a million things, but they'd all get lost the moment i look into your eyes.
you know, last night I looked up at they sky and saw the brightest of stars.
I asked wished upon it and it said I could have it. All I had to do was wait.

And I will wait, no matter what, till it comes.

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HISTORY

January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
March 2010
November 2010

YESTERDAY.
-In Our Defense
-Burning Letters
-lost half a year.
-yeooowch.
-the 30th.
-the last goodbye.
-what should've been a long time ago.