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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.




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Saturday, October 18, 2008
Relapse. 1:57 PM



I hate you. I hate you. I hate you both. You’re doing it again. Again. Actually, the hate’s more on YOU, you sadistic little--


X


I am sick, sick, sick of the way you do that. The way you just do something that you know would HURT ME without a care.

I am sick that you keep doing something that’s MY job.

I am sick that you stole the best thing that could’ve happened to me.

I am sick that you’re having so much fun with something that’s mine.

I am sick that I let this happen.

I am sick that you two are so happy every time you’re together & you know how this makes me feel.

I am sick that you know that this would kill me yet you do it.

I am sick that you still do it.

I am so sick; I want to scream in your face. SCREAM SHUT UP AND SCREW OFF.

I am sick that you’re my friend and you do this to me.

I am sick and severely hurt.

I am sick; I’m stressing the part THAT YOU STOLE MY ROLE. MY PART. MY JOB. SOMETHING THAT’S SUPPOSED TO BE MINE AND MINE ONLY.

I am sick of everything that’s you.

I am sick of it all.


X


Am I supposed to be happy for you or something else that’s sick? Cause I’m not. I’m definitely not. How would you feel if someone stole your world? Something you hold dear? Something special, something meant for you and only you?

You must’ve thought I don’t mind but I do. I mind a LOT. What the hell is wrong with you?!

I swear, this is it. One more time and I’m biting your head off.

What? Let it go? HOW CAN I LET THIS THING GO?! You tell me. What’s the matter with you?

You could’ve helped, in fact, that’s all I want, all I want is your help. But no, you just had to go and take it all away, hadn’t you?

I should’ve known. You know, from day one. I should’ve realized.

I wouldn’t have cared if it were something else, something minor, but this time you screwed it. You screwed it BIG TIME.



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January 2008
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March 2010
November 2010

YESTERDAY.
-Unconventional Yet Cool
-Why Did The Boy Eat His Exam Paper?
-I Never Should've Picked Up The Phone.
-I Don't Need Luck, I've Got My GOD.
-10 Days Less: A Presidential Note.
-Statue Number 917: Holiday Privileges
-August Is Over, September Done Over, And October I...
-Has Anyone Seen This Guy?
-The Kid In Yellow.
-AWOL (I'm Sorry, Do I Know You?)