happy new year. i told you no. sirens. lies. you don’t believe me. why would i lie about this? it will destroy the only life i know. why the fuck would you make up being raped. unless you were a psychopath. shut your mouth. don’t tell anyone about it. sweep it under the rug. get help. i am an alcoholic. no, i am not. you don’t want me here. you cannot do what you love. god does not love you. because you are not perfect. my sarcasm hurts your feelings? sorry. lets be friends. fuck it. lets not even be friends. how are you doing? how are you really doing? don’t ask me on myspace. deleted. you are worthless. wanna dance? lets makeout. lets fuck. just kidding. let’s swim across the river. you look so hot holding the volleyball. i could take her, she’s cute but i have bigger boobs. i’m looking at you through the glass. i don’t yield douchebags, i’m from illinois. who’s that other girl? your eyes can’t lie. so why does your mouth? clog your nose when you drink your miller lite. i rock at life. 2nd place champions in beer pong are cool too. wait, high score, did i break it? your gorgeous and you know it. you know you have guys lined up around the block. don’t wait for me. lets drive. why do you like me? i’m stupid. i’ll set my starbucks on your back. you get me some of that mocha chiller shit. you take the breath right out of me. did you catch that? french toast. shake and bake. she was a ho… for sho. are you gonna be my girl? how much is real? you’re special. you’re the type of girl i could be in love with. if i lie here, if i just lay here. would you lie with me and just forget the world? listening to your song. makes me remember the weekends. you don’t fuck a girl like that up. i hate everything about you. there’s pain in forgetting what you know. 301. eiffel tower. it’s okay, he drives nascar. you’ll choose starrier eyes. the last weekend of summer. no one wants to be alone. okay next time you drop the ball you have to hold onto his ass. i’m gonna have to shock the shit out that pool. i’m giving up. guitars are better than a girlfriend. yeah. but a guitar will never love you back. our time will find us again. hopefully this will replace my template text. sure. you guys are a package deal. don’t think your that cool. but i like you, does that not mean anything? when you’re drunk you tell the truth. were you scared? i’m scared too. shit just got serious. i know i said too much. this is me caring. merry christmas.
this year is clips and phrases.
November 27, 2006 in things i write that suck.
