neurotic. obsessed. just your average popstar. nostalgic. narcissistic. i tattooed the sun around my nipple. and you never said goodbye. you can't tell that something is wrong. that i dreamed about david berg touching my hairless crotch. where as you dream about us. fucking. waking up with your hand down your pants. you can't love me. we can't go haunting together. no no no. you can't love me. because i want to cry. and die. and bleed into tampons, twice in one month. i have razorblades hidden in my wallet. shhh. mama doesn't know. no one knows. tyler showed me a razor blade in the movie store. yay. i would've taken it and cut off all of my hair. i want to cut off all of my hair. chopchopchop. short. masturbation isn't a dirty word. masturbation isn't dirty. JUST DIE LIKE THIS. Kissing my lips until you exist i am sorry I don't want to tell you, that you cannot love me. Because i don't want to have to splatter your brains on the highway. and I don't want to have to break your heart. you are sad sad sad. we can't go haunting together. I'm sorry. but you have to scream for me. scream for me, because we are fucking, like in your dreams. FUCKING LIKE IN YOUR DREAMS WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO FUCK ME? fuck me fuck me, cmon.i dare you to fuck me you don't want to fuck? you dont want to fuck? I'll dress in pink and baby blue, dye my hair blond, and pierce my lip, looking at you through a cell phone screen. You never showed up. I was left, bleeding into boxers that were inside out. i was left, blond and useless. dreaming of my house,and all these people that were supposed to be in my life. I love the sound of you screaming, at me. fucking with me. i love me dreaming of you. fucking with you. what a sensation. spanish dancing and masturbation. bite your tounge off, making sure you can't say i love you. fuck me once more.