We're not talking.
Words seem to slide off my tounge too easily for my comfort.
this chaos, this calamity
So I think I've talked, worried, wondered, and cried over you more than anyone else.
I've blamed it on allergys.
I don't want to leave school unless it's now.
Bleeding isn't much fun the second time around.
I dream in black and white.
I hate you.
This is the death of beauty
Marshamllows are a bit dodgy, if you ask me.
Moncho knows that men and women hump each other.
Andres is going to marry a Chinese girl.
Five bottles, five days of the week...coincidence? I think not.
Apathy was so last quarter.
Carousel next weekend
TRADITION!!!!!
Gloria, we lied, we can't go on
Last senior day.
We crowned Mary.
"The one who sings prays twice."
I cried.
I cried.
I cried.
The doves have died, the lovers have lied
in the new way of saying it. I like it, is it all lyrics or just kind of?
it's cool.
anna