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Monday, December 8, 2008
; 2:40 AM

where do i even start
how do i begin
would you understand
will you feel what i feel


you've changed me in everyway
things are so much better now
since you came around
grateful for you


the dysphoric rocker.

jan.
eighteen.

fuck me up and i'll fuck you up. i don't live for you, nor you for me. i don't care what you think, your opinion of me won't change me one bit. i've had enough of those.

sex drugs rock n' roll is the way i live my life

euphoria.



psychedelia.
listen to paradise.