Well, the wedding was....eh horrible. I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS AT A CHURCH! If I had of known that I wouldn't of gone. That was like my first time ever going to a church. It was disturbing in a way. After the wedding was the best part of the day. I got to talk to Greg on the phone! Then I got drunk at the resturant, and my grandma was like 'Have you been drinking' and I was like 'I only had this many < >, why? and she was like, 'Because you seem happy'. Which means she thinks I'm always depressed! I KNEW SHE ALWAYS DID! It was weird. Unexplanable at the moment. But I had a white rose, and when I touched it, it turned blood red. It didn't hit me till like...5 seconds after that, but it was my own blood. I don't know what happened, but I just started bleeding. I hate Amanda, I hate Amanda, I hate Amanda. I don't know why I suddenly just hate her, but I just started thinking of all the things she has done to me. If it weren't for her, I might not be like this. My computer is fucked up. We just rebooted it and even more pop ups come up than before. Ugh...I was really hoping we could do something today. I shouldn't get so depressed about this, but I kinda am. All day yesturday, all I could think about is what we could have been doing, what we could do tomorrow, oh well. I just,...miss you so much! Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see. All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company. The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink, I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself,shattered, tied a bow around every piece. You'll lovely the eyes. Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less you'll want to know. I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin. Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all for you. Do you like, do you like, what I'm becoming? Cut myself today. It's all for you. I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee. Pushed through your panes. Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably. But as I pass through souls of broken glass I can't stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin. Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all for you. Do you like, do you like, what I'm becoming? Cut myself today. It's all for you. Please don't ask me just what I think, trust me, you don't want to know. Please don't ask me to open up, trust me, trust me, 'cause I can't. stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin. Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all for you. Do you like, do you like, what I'm becoming? Cut myself today. It's all for you. It's all for you. -The Last Kiss