bitchin'

isn't this beautiful? just a place to come a scribble down thoughts and emotions whenever you damn well please? writing about the way your life is crumbling... the way they look at you, the way they whisper... you, the innocent girl turned bad... the petals no longer fresh and supple, now torn and rotting... the way you're you. b i t c h i n '.

news my ass

i'm sick of news. no, really. i'm so sick of hearing about things that shouldn't be things. stupid things caused by stupid people. that's all... honestly.