doctor, doctor, there's a problem in room 64

i miss the nights when people phoned instead of facebooked.
voices instead of messages.
remember, remember.
this kid has blurry eyes and a blurry heart.
runrabbitrunrabbitrunrabbitbang.
it's murder on the dancefloor when your light goes out, or away, or something of the same.

i want moremoremore from you.
i want moremoremore from me.
i want us to just fucking be.

gossip girl... or girl gossip?

i hope you're proud of yourself.
proud of yourself.
yourself.

I JUST NEED TO SCREAM.

cracking the business

i tomar malas decisiones peor.

ARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH

true.

rightfully wrong

i. suck. at. life.

counting crows and the lowest of blows

thank you.
thank you, one and all.
i owe every second to you.
you.
the girl with the dark hair and green eyes.
oh wait. sorry. my mistake.
not you.
actually, fuck this.
none of you.
not a single one of you has helped me out.
i owe you nothing.

bastards.

the writers weren't kidding

can't decide if the days never end
or if they never started in the first place.
somewhere someone who looks just like me smiles a little bit.
i just need to find that place. find that girl. catch that smile and never let go.

there's ice in my heart and fire behind my eyes.
seeing but not feeling.
understanding but not caring.

"how does it feel to be in 2009?"
"like i've hooked up with 2008's older brother... and he's an asshole too."

i blame the sea, and the stars, and you most of all.