sleeping all day, staying up all night.

everything i write is so hateful and i keep on pressing delete so it doesn't come out. all i have to say is- i hate you, you fake bitch, i saw that dirty look you gave us.

good, now you know how i've felt for the past year and a half.

"she's got it out for me, but i wear the biggest smile."

awww dip i used that line again

i find it so fitting that the last harry potter book comes out the last year of my childhood/teens. i feel like i grew up with everyone in it, i began reading the books when i was 11, turning 12, and that was 8 years ago... it feels like so long ago, everything was so much simpler then.

that's what you get when you let your heart win

i keep on thinking about falling down my basement stairs and breaking my ankle for some reason. i don't know why, and when i picture it, its basically the worst break ever, and its starting to freak me out.

oh my lord i want to slap you.

nice job guys, no one can cut and then you let those 2 cut, and for what- to stand on the ledge? what the fuck yo, you should've let the 3 of us cut when we got there, you guys were the ones that told us to get there at that time.

paramore was amazing, hayley williams is such a beautiful singer, josh farro is some really nice eye candy with a nice ass, and their fans are crazier in pits than fob's. my babies are making it big, i'm so proud.

oh, and they acknowledged my existence, holla!

this is me wishing you into the worst situations

i love talking trash, but its going to come back to hurt me in the end.
what goes around comes around, i guess.
i'm so fake around everyone, i smile and laugh and go along with it all meanwhile i can't stand anyone and i've been despressedish again.

i don't know how to approach you, i'm scared.
the worst you could say is no, but i don't wanna hear that.
we'd make an ugly couple too- i'm short and fat, and you're tall and skinny, it wouldn't look good.
but i really really like you.

"i'm like a lawyer with the way i'm always trying to get you off (me and you)" makes me cry, i don't want it to be a single, it drags up memories of my first big crush and how i got all depressed because he had a girlfriend and my brilliant friend told him that i liked him and then i got a reputation as a stalker, so yeah, beautiful song with bad memories. and it makes me think of you.

bby, get a fucking myspace kthnx.

i'm in the business of misery, lets take it from the top

its all a lie.
i'm a fake.
i loathe you. you use me for money, and i'm fucking sick of it.
however, i can't thank you more for introducing me to some of the coolest nyc kids.

lets start a riotriotriotriot.
the today show almost turned into one.
raindrops were falling on my head and i became sick from that night. mr. wentz, you have some very dedicated (and crazy) fans, we're the only ones that would spend the night on a manhattan streett in the pouring rain just to see you guys soundcheck and perform 3 songs. and then stake out the backstage area at live earth hoping to see you guys (if patrick told you a few girls yelled his name really loudly and waved to him, well that was me and my girls), and hang out in front of ak47 until 2am in hopes that you will arrive even though your bandmates have come and gone.

i'm the queen of improv.

my "golden" solo is going to be the greatest thing ever, i have so many ideas for it.

its not too late, its never too late

its all over. 35 dances, 5 shows, lost costumes, drama, running over little kids, lipstick galore, the feathers, rumors (all started by the fake), facial expressions, poses, last-minute changes, goodbye to some, it won't be the same.

the class that i pretty much taught sucked so much because we finished that dance last friday... and they were all upset because there was some fucked up shit going on.

YOU. stop spreading rumors, the school isn't going to close, she isn't trying to lessen the amount of classes- if she was then she wouldn't have restructured the saturday schedule to have classes for 12 hours, now would she? you're a foolish child, don't tell me one thing and say something else when i'm right there, i call you out and you know that i do. and don't talk shit about the girls- all i said was "i liked their dance better last year" and you started talking trash about them, i am so happy that you're leaving because... i. can't. stand. you.