random notebook paper thoughts:

"the weakness i feel, i must finally show."

i used to write you love letters, and now i realize that i do not love you. i know you & you make me cringe.

i'm afraid.
even though i'm over you, who's gonna want me?

i've got to be more careful with myself.
i've got to be more careful with myself.
i've got to be more careful with myself.



"a white blank page and a swelling rage, rage
you did not think when you sent me to the grave, the grave
you desired my attention but denied my affections, my affections"

fucking breakups are so typical.

always.

give it two months and then yr ex is trying to pull the same rubbish he used to throw at you.

"hey, look. i'm an ironic-white-rapper-wannabe. i need a thug girl."

HEY DUDE. that worked on me..for a second; get some new fucking material.

blah. i hate hormones. what little bitches.