i am not: stable, or high or drunk (anymore) i hurt: myself and others but not on purpose i love: family friends, guitar, the guy i want but cant have i hate: quite a few people and manufactured pop band shit i fear: growing old, spiders, being stabbed i hope: for a lot...to be famous, to be accepted i hear: the wirr noise of my comp i crave: toast i regret: quite a bit i cry: when im sad or in excrutiating pain i care: about everyone who hasnt fucked me over i always: swear, play guitar i long to: be asked out by him i feel alone: when noone understands, when noone listens i listen: to people when they want someone to hear i hide: from school and my emotional pain i drive: myself insane i sing: when the house is empty i dance: NEVER i write: constantly i breathe: if im alive...? i play: guitar, bass, lil bit of piano n drums i miss: summer (season...everything is just better) i learn: not to hate, but to severly dislike. to put up with people's bullshit. to accept that i will carry on with the addiction forever :( i feel: cold i know: something i say: if it wont offend people...unless i hate you i succeed: in music n only music i fail: my exam :( i dream: rarley...and when i do its random shit (no not that sort) i sleep: when im tired? i wonder: about whats coming next i worry: too much i have: an urge to watch chicago i give: whatever i can i fight: seldom, i dont like it i wait: too much, kinda like procrastination... i need: money i am: a bitch ..mwahaha i think: im gunna make myself a sandwich liv