Listening to: the postal service
Feeling: abused
rag doll minus the love
go head throw me in the trash.
and go have fun with your new barbie doll.
im less then nothing a rage doll a little girl throws away.
she use to call me sally. and told me that she loved me.
i took that like she was promissing me that i will be with her forever.
but i become less then perfect.
and that new barbie became a god of some sort.
i got no goodbye from this girl i would like to call susie.
she just looked at me with a disgusting face and tossed me away.
but now as i lie in the dump i will now call my home i now that some day i will be made into another thing for someone to tosses away.
i cant remember much about susie just the time she looked at me like i was no less then perfect. and dumped me into a sea of lonelyness and enturnal life of unhappyness and no lover to call my own
you never cease to amaze me. your words are beautiful. im entirely in love with your layout. and that picture of you. you are so cute. blah, i wish you were my friend.
awh. I want my hurr cut. TAKE PICTURES OF YOURS. k thanks.
umm... yeah you write very well by the way. ♥