maesona

Girls like me ... Almost die on several occasions. Get so drunk they forget where they are. Black out and do regrettable things. Sell drugs. We get along with boys better then girls. Make lots of enemies. Yell randomly and frighten people passing by. Skip school. Have short hair. Pick fights Girls like me don't deserve boys like you.

I've been floating around in a fantasy. That is in till I was pulled down to reality. These lies I tell myself to make me happy. Turns out are a bit to sappy. I don't get the luxury of a great ending. Because the waves my heart is sending. Everything about you pains me. But maybe that's why I stay. I'm a masochist and you're my sadist. Our fates are twined like Sid and Nancy. For every sin I commit your my accomplice. But is it wrong to dream of something better than this? There is a paradise waiting for me. And I'm sure you can't come. Breaking it off is proving harder then I thought. Looking at your face I always stop myself. When the w

There is a passion seeping out of my veins. Curiosity is clouding my mind. I spend sleepless nights wondering. Dreaming of what tomorrow will bring. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I'm sure you could hear it. Even though you're miles away. All I can think is... ...I miss you.

There was a country called the kitchen, it was fairly huge and had quite a bit of towns and cities. There was a huge city on a table island that people named basket and it had all sorts of people ranging from different colors like red, green, yellow, orange, even brown! It was the place to be because there were always parties and festivals going on there. Though not to far away on the main part of the country there was a village called bread box. Everyone there was the same except some had raisins while others didn't. There were others with oats while some had nothing at all. There was one bread in particular who was called Wonder, he wasn't