*i swear id burn the city down to show you the light...

*if only it were true...

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 15:34:51 GMT

It's only you, beautiful, or i don't want anyone. if i can choose . . . it's only you

<3 manda

*how much time will this buy me?

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 05:00:30 GMT

do i still love you?
absolutely
theres not a doubt in my mind that through all my anger, my ego, i was always faithful in my love for you
though i made you doubt it that is the great mistake of a life full of mistakes
the truth doesnt set us free, i can tell you "i love you" as many times as you can stand to hear it and all that does, the only thing is remind us love is not enough, not even close
--LIFE AS A HOUSE

Wed, 13 Dec 2006 22:53:15 GMT

♥

I love him to death but I'm starting to think that's not enough. It never has been enough.

♥

Wed, 13 Dec 2006 22:41:25 GMT

N~h

Maybe we’re not right for each other. Maybe I’m not good enough for you. Maybe I’d end up breaking your heart. Or maybe, just maybe, we could be just what we need.

N~h

*sunlight...

Thu, 30 Nov 2006 22:32:28 GMT

You think I look the best when my hair is a mess.
I can't believe you exist, but I could get used to this.

*much love...

Sun, 26 Nov 2006 00:39:59 GMT

i've never wanted to be with someone
as much as i want to be with you,
and that scares me, because i don't
know if you want to be with me.

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 19:47:27 GMT

remembering all our memories &
its times like these that i miss you most,
remembering when we were so close.

*have a good day...

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 12:06:29 GMT

at the end of the day, i want to be able
to fall asleep knowing that our lives are
intertwined in ways only we can understand.

*my heart is yours...

Fri, 25 Aug 2006 13:10:00 GMT

And on our tongues "I love you's" run into each other

*breath of light...

Thu, 24 Aug 2006 02:21:25 GMT

maybe my heart didnt really skip a beat
& maybe the twinkle in my eye was just
the reflection of the sun. & maybe that
feeling in my stomach was just not having
enough for breakfast. & maybe i just
thought it was love.

*miles from where you are...

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 20:13:32 GMT

you can hate someone with all your heart as long as you know,
you wouldn’t be crying unless you still loved them.

*we broke down the walls...one brick at a time

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 13:12:27 GMT

The only thing I regret about high school,
is I never got to do half the things I heard I did.

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 13:39:20 GMT

i havent taken a breath
since we last touched,
and suffocating has
never felt this good.

*photobucket=love...

Thu, 20 Jul 2006 14:38:21 GMT

finally made something all by myself...YAYness!
<3 pricelsswrkofart.

*stale taste of recycled air...

Fri, 23 Dec 2005 17:47:11 GMT

I'm a mess & so is my room. I like it better that way. I laugh too much for my own good & I always say the wrong thing at the right time. I'm loud & chances are I'll never end up hating you. Even if I say I do. Go figure. I can't keep a steady relationship to save my life, because I'm not [girl-friend material]. Diet coke & bat-man underwear turn me on & I don't believe in real love anymore

Thu, 22 Dec 2005 17:23:20 GMT

sometimes its easier for me to PRETEND
rather than face my feelings. sometimes
its EASIER to try to make it alone rather
than risk getting HURT again. sometimes
its easier to be NUMB towards certain people
so i don't let them get too close. sometimes
i`m scared, but when i act NUMB towards you,
it doesnt mean i don`t CARE... it means i care TOO MUCH

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 22:03:37 GMT

*i never wanted to erase your story even with the tragedy...

Thu, 15 Dec 2005 03:03:09 GMT

If i wake up on christmas morning and i dont see him sitting under my tree, im going back to bed.

Tue, 13 Dec 2005 02:46:40 GMT

Why d'ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much?
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go

*across five aprils...

Wed, 02 Nov 2005 21:54:32 GMT

a broken heart is not what i wanted from this,

but i guess i've learned from it.

but aren't you supposed to learn from your mistakes?

i don't consider this a mistake,

i just wish the story didn't end this way.

Mon, 31 Oct 2005 02:49:20 GMT

Sometimes it's easier to pretend things are okay rather than face a difficult truth. So we go through the motions, the rituals of everyday life. We hope the comfortable rythyms of familiarity will hold off the inevitable just a little longer. Return things to normal...anything to buy us more time. Playing pretend, make believe - it might be one thing we never outgrow.

[Everwood]

*crazy ass sad story...

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 22:43:53 GMT

[On the phone.]

Boy: Baby, we need to talk.

Girl: Ricardo, what do you mean?

Boy: Something has come up...

Girl: What? What's wrong?

Boy: I don't want to hurt you baby.

Girl: *THINK* Oh my god, i hope he doesn't break up with me. I love him so much.

Boy: Baby, are you there?

Girl: Yeah, I'm here. What is so important?

Boy: I'm not sure if i should say.

Girl: Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell me.

Boy: I'm leaving....

Girl: Baby, what are you talking about? I don't want you to leave me, I love you!

Boy: Not like that. I mean I'm moving far away

Girl: Why? All of your family lives here.

Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school far away.

Girl: I can't believe this, I don't want you to go.

Boy: Would you run away with me?

Girl: Baby, you know I would. I would do anything for you, but i can't, my dad would kill me!

Boy: *SAD* It's okay, I understand, I guess..

Girl: *THINKING* I can't believe what's going on.

Boy: I need to give you something tonight because I'm leaving on flight 1-80 in the morning so I need to see you now.

Girl: Okay, I will sneak out and meet you at the park.

Boy: Okay, I'll meet you there in 20 minutes.

[They meet at a near-by park, they both hug each other. And he gives her a note.]

Boy: Here you go, this is for you. I gotta go.

Girl: (BEGINS TO CRY)

Boy: Baby, don't cry, you know I love you ... But I have to go.

Girl: Okay (begins to walk away)

[They both go back home. And she begins to read the letter he gave her.]

It says:

Erika,

You probably already know that I'm leaving. I knew this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining the truth about how much I care about you. The truth is, is that I never loved you, I hated you so much, you are my whore and don't you ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around you. You really have no clue how much I hate you. Now that I'm leaving, I thought you should know that I hate you whore, you never did the right thing, and you were never there. I didn't think I could hate someone as much as I hate you. And I never want to see you for the rest of my life. I will never miss kissing you like before, I never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and that's a promise. You never had my love, and I want you to remember that. Whore, you keep this letter because this may be the last thing you have from me. I hate you so much. I will not talk to you soon..... Goodbye!
- Ricardo

[Erika begins to cry, she throws the paper in the garbage and cries.]

A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely. Then she gets a phone call....

Friend: How are you feeling?

Girl: I just can't believe this happened. I thought he loved me.

Friend: Oh, about that. Ricardo left me a message a few days ago. He told me to tell you to look in your jacket pocket or something.

Girl: Umm, okay.

[She finds a piece of paper in the jacket.]

It says:

Baby, I hope you find this before you read my letter. I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words.

Hate = Love

Never = Always

Whore = Baby

Will not = Will

I hope you didn't take that seriously because I love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go. That's why I wanted you to run away with me.
-Ricardo

Girl: Oh my God, it's a letter, Rricardo does love me! He must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I can't believe how stupid I am!

Friend: Okay, but I gotta go. Call me later.

Girl: *HAPPY* Ok bye, I'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me!

[Erika turns the T.V. on.]

[Breaking news] "An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for survivors. This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80. It was on its way to an all boys boarding school..." Reporter says.

[She turns off the TV. 3 days later, she kills herself, because of the fact that Ricardo was dead and she had nothing to live for.]

A day after that the phone rings. Nobody answers. It was Ricardo, he called to leave a message. "It's Ricardo, I guess you're not home, so I called to let you know that I'm alive. I missed my flight because I had to see you one last time, so I hope you're not worried. I am staying for good. Sorry if you got scared, I promise to make it up to you. Everything will be okay, I love you so much. Call me as soon as possible. Bye!

[He eventually finds out what happened, and also kills himself.]

*i sleep so i dont have to feel...

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 18:19:28 GMT

Boys are like purses. You're always gonna have that one boy that you're always comfortable with and you know you'll always kind of like. That's your purse that you wear everywhere. Then you have that gorgeous bag that you want everyone to see you with but the gorgeous bag is usually an asshole or costs a lot of money. Then you have those other purses that you really like but you really don't want to be seen with.
<3 LAGUNA BEACH

*peyton i love you...

Fri, 14 Oct 2005 01:31:09 GMT

[mood| busy]
[music| //the movie/excalibur//]

There are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world, 6 billion souls, and sometimes all you need is one.

*hahah...i found this very amusing

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 03:27:46 GMT

♥ ♥ ♥

picture you & me sexually. so sinfully that makes
it heavenly. it`s not no movie RATED G. sweetie,
make me scream like it`s X times 3.

♥ ♥ ♥