Ralph

Dead roses on the television set
From the dance in front of your car.
On a dead-end road,
To nothing but the beating of our hearts.

Since then I've been afraid;
I think your calls are for the worst.
I need the reassurance
That doesn't come in words.

Dead roses on the doorstep
From our dance in front of your car.
On our last night together
We never got that far.

Wow, that sucks balls. Fucking Dance Dance wont get unstuck from my heaaad.

I can't decide whether or not I want to go back to my old name and just change the colors, or if I want to keep this my name. Hmm, I dunnoo..It's not like I ever use this damn thing besides like...when I'm all "Oh my life sucks...blah blah blah." OR..when I post the poems that no one reads. Aha..

Soooo...I might be switching...Agaaain. I kinda miss that name o_o

Hmmmmm...sooo...why I'm dotting and elongating my words, I will never know, but hey. I was going to make a long entry, but now I dun wanna.

Kay, so we all know I get bored easily.

Here are some things I've said, and probably some stick figures as well.

Ralph: We can live like Jack and Sally if you want. Where you can alwayd find me, and we'll have halloween on christmas. And in the night we'll wish this never ends..wish this never ends...
Nana: come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you, always,kiss you, taste you all night always. and i'll miss your laugh, your smile, I'll admit I'm wrong if you'd tell me, I'm so sick of fights, I hate them let's start this again for real
Ralph: Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head (I miss you)

♥

(I am aware we were singing two different songs)

( I'm right here; so come and get me... )

SO..My birthday was sunday, and I gots money. Mhm.
150 bucks, and a concert. :DDDD
THANK YOU ASHLEY :DD

On tuesday my mom took me to Pigmentz to get my lip pierced, and that was thirty bucks of my money.
HOW COOL IS THAT?

I met the dude from Bullets And Octaine...or however you spell it, I forget.
ANYWAY, I said he had nice pants. BAHAHA...I'm such a loser.
His pants were nice though..

OH, and Nick and Tony passed us so they could go to the sluts.
Fun stuff, man. I swear.

Anyway, yes...what a journal entry this was. Three days of my life in fucked up sentences. WOO!

It's awesome, yo!

( YOUS A MATTA FACKA )

( Surveys, bitches! )

Can you see me, Or have I faded in your mind? Do I bore you?
...tell the truth.

So here I am again,
And I'm watching life pass me by.
I'm sitting on the sidelines.

...That's all I got.

I'm transparent.

♥

Yess, I am the formal rancid_born