teresaannamae

i feel sick.
i don't like this drug.


this drug of infatuation.

do i sit here and try to stand it?
or do i try and catch them red handed?
do i trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
or do i trust nobody and live in lonliness?

i make the right moves
but i'm lost within.
i put on my dialy facade
but i just end up getting hurt again.


i'm killed by the questions like a cancer.
then i'll be buried in the silence of the answer.




linkin park - by myself.








i feel like puking.
i hate it when this shit consumes me, it's been so long.



damn nikki.
damn her all to MYHOUSE.
damnit.



i like the bad girls. the bad bois. the ones i don't have to babysit, the ones i have to run anc catch up to and guess what they're thinking. i like the ones that can persuade people.. the ones that change me.
the ones that are permanantly interesting.


♥t
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ps; it's friday morning now, and ... i almost passed out cause i'm stressing too hard. running through all possible situations in my head and freaking the fuck out...