Fists almost flew.

Watched a fight today.
It took everything I've got not to jump in nd kick some ass.
Would've ended up getting mine kicked, though.
I hate the way I fight for you.
But I kinda hate you still.
Stop lying to yourself, Bethy,
You love these people.


be back with more later.
But probably not.


Haven't slept properly in 3.25 days.

Beating lonely at it's own game.

Something's not right.
Something's not right.
Thing's are going wrong.

I wish you the best, though I'm not quite in the best of spirits.
Sadly I cannot turn back time or make it speed up.
All I can do is sit back quietly and watch it pass me by. But can do nothing to catrch up.
Yes, I contradict myself. Yes, I make no sense. Yes, I talk shit. Yes, I lie. Yes, I'm human.

Of course I wish I were a robot, silly duck.

My eyes are tripping. I'm slipping into unconsciousness.
Fall.
Hit hard.
Nothing's cushioning the blow.

Was that you? I remember about 20% of what I write. I mean about half of that.
Don't take me too seriously or I'll piss you off.

Nothing I write is poetic anymore.
Currently obsessed with making myself feel like shit. Stop trying to make me feel better about me.
You're not succeeding.
Just let me go.
Roll.
Flow.
SLOW THE FUCK DOWN.
You're going nowhere fast.
Even passing me in this (human)race.

Water only runs hot for so long.

Don't sleep through much anymore.

The recent realization of me never being three years from now is keeping me on edge.
Learned my lessons the hard way.
Taught you yours as easy as possible.
There's nothing as shrill as your voice at three AM when it is too late to be awake but too early to go to sleep.
I think the thing that hurt the most is me getting used to let downs and push downs.
Learned the difference between this and that and that and this and this and that and love and hurt.
Wait...
Oh. I'm sure you caught that.

Make memories of a great time and the memories will kill to look back on.
I love love love love love love love you.
More than you could ever know.

Keep saying that.
Keep it up.
I believe me now.
Too bad I'm a bad liar.

"This is a public service announcement. This is only a test."

Plans for Friday fell through.
Feels like my head did too.
Chances never work out.
Rules are(n't) meant to be broken.
I've been keeping a list of facts.
Updating it everyday.
Keep an eye out. I might toss it up here.


Life is a lose lose situation.
I've recently realized this.
I've been writing things for someone who's never going to see them.
And I'm gonna keep going.
It helps improve my grammar...and such.
Who am I kidding? I'm just making excuses.

Currently sitting here and wishing someone cared more than this screen.

I'm more disappointed than I ever have been and my finger tips can't explain in words how much I hate this.

Been praying to god and hoping he'll answer.
So far I'm being ignored.

Not so sure he exists anymore.
Never was.

Had a Fall Out with a boardie.
Over Tyga.
Because that man is BOSS and she doesn't think so.

These things are only temporary but they seem to last forever.
None of this will matter in 100 years.
I'll forget them in five.

Hope you don't wake up wth headaches and blurry eyes.
Holding your dinner down long enough to get to the toilet.
I kow I do.
Hope you sleep like a baby.
And are as happy as a clam.
I know I am.

Ever realize what oxymorons those analogies are?
Babies don't sleep well and clams live to be steamed and have their prized possesions stolen.

Live and love are only one letter off.
Anger is Danger without the D.

Crying gets you nothing but puffy eyes and a pussy reputation.

Punching mirrors doesn't hurt anyone but you and you.
WIsh I could be your reflection sometimes.

I think I'm making sense but I'm too pilled up to be sure.
Let me know what you think.

Getting used to things that I shouldn't have to get used to.
Apologizing for things I shouldn't have to apologize for.
Lying to people I shouldn't have to lie to.

Jesus himself couldn't help me now.
I'm too far gone to be pulled back.

Love you, kid.

Dear Mr. Wentz.

I guess it doesn't really matter what the rumors are because as long as they're there they still get you noticed.
I hope it's all alright but I've got a knot in my stomach telling me it's all wrong. Breathe deep, baby boy. Things are about to change.
I love the way you pretend looking at me doesn't hurt. It's like the fact that I've completely given up on you doesn't even matter. I'll never stop loving you or saying I miss old broken forms of who you were. Because I CAN'T. I got you In that box under my bed and I ain't puttin' you back together. I'm just another forgotten die hard watching you smile through glass. Don't worry your pretty little head. Just sleep. Sleep hard. Think harder.
"Time's a weird thing."--time just covers up the person we always were that never got noticed. You've forgotten m(e)ore than I can ever learn. Tell us we make your day, but we'll never get you only because you don't get you.
I get you more than you notice, I wrote this for you.
You're the new statistical. Typical. Household name.


Millennium romances can't compare to what you've got on the other side of that screen.


I wish you'd admit to being wrong. There's no analogy that can do justice the way I hate you but not really. I LOVE YOU. You are inspiration and false hope. You just don't know it yet. No thing's changing.
Hey baby boy, take that smile off re-(pete). It's like you don't even feel anymore. Or maybe it's because your nerves are so damaged for the years of feeling too much.
You don't know I exist but you write for me.
You don't know I love you but you love me.
YOU ARE LEGEND.
THE ONLY MAN ON EARTH WHO WOULDN'T MIND BEING THE ONLY MAN ON EARTH.
Or maybe you would.
I hope you're happy because I'm happy for you.
Keep your chin up kid, things aren't getting any worse.


Thanks for everything, baby. Even the bad stuff.

Too bad I'll never have the guts to give this to you.

XO- anonymity is your best friend.

SImple livin' is a bitch but damn I do it well.

You'll never know how much it hurts to look into your eyes and see my mistakes played back to me.
Stabs in the back.

Take my hand.

Bring me back (to reality).

Nothing makes sense.

My words are more off than they ever have been.
Tell me how much I've messed up and that I'll never amount to much if any at all.
Believe me.
I know.
I do.
I believe every word you say even if they're all lies.
And I blame myself for our faked smiles.
I've been pretending so much lately that I can't even be real at all.
Hi five me when you see me.
Brighten my day.






Something's going wrong again.



Sleep tight or not at all.
<3