I spend the night crying, lying awake, wondering. I cannot eat the next day, I search for something to hold me over, something I can hold down. I drag myself to the dresser, I stare in the mirror. How obvious is it that this girl spent the previous night in blood and tears? I force a smile on my face to keep misery from those who may not understand. Busy halls, blank faces. Once face, I cannot find. You spent the previous night laughing, writing, smiling about her. The next day you wake up, still smiling. You rush to the mirror and stare. How obvious is it that you broke a girl's heart just 12 hours previous? The world knows it, they see it. You laugh, still thinking of this month's flavor. You don not show your face in these crowded halls, why? Were you suddenly ashamed? Did it finally hit you? That's low...
Quote: from tragic romance at 11:18 pm on Dec. 24, 2008 Quote: from trashleyy at 8:05 pm on Dec. 24, 2008 Are u a vampire? Honestly? What is this supposed to mean? Whatever. I dont know, reminded me of a vampire poem. It was cool though
Quote: from trashleyy at 8:05 pm on Dec. 24, 2008 Are u a vampire? Honestly? What is this supposed to mean? Whatever.
Are u a vampire?
Honestly? What is this supposed to mean? Whatever.
Quote: from trashleyy at 8:05 pm on Dec. 24, 2008 Are u a vampire? stop being an ugly and white trashy, trashleyydyke.
stop being an ugly and white trashy, trashleyydyke.
My happiness level just dropped.
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