Wednesday 23 January 2008

dear diary: today's been pretty.odd.

looking forward to new panic! at the disco record.
like WHOA.

you don't know that i know. i guess this gives me the upper hand.
but everything that spills between your lips or fingertips is pure shit.
you're fabulous as you are. i love you like god knows what.
changing your thoughts and points of view doesn't make you cooler
and doesn't gain respect.

change for you.
not for them.