i'm just a face for every picture, a smile for your scrapbooks, and a story to be told

don't be paranoid, it doesn't sound ridiculous, and feel better. and you totally wrote that before you taped fuse!

my dad still isn't talking to me or my mom. i noticed that all of the bottles of my brother's pills aren't in the medicine cabinet, and him and my dad are going to pennsylvania for something this weekend, but the pills missing are worrying me. i shouldn't be, but i am.

why are we all so two-faced? we all talk about each other behind each other's backs; not inviting her to go out to eat because she's annoying? i thought that she was your best friend, and those guys were so dumb, i felt my iq drop from being around them. i am really sick of you right now.

you fat bitch, stop posting ock board comments on myspace. you're not a part of the "world's most hated" crew, your little name for yours is lame, and you're just fucking annoying. you want them all to yourself, and i know it. and if you're nice to me the next time i see you, i'll punch you in your fucking face.

i saw the used last night, and they were amazing, but i wish that they played more old stuff.