Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading So sick and tired of all the needless beating
Profile Symone, 030793 hotmail/facebook/tumblr I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? — Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close Tagboard Tagboard. Exits Allure Bloom Crane Denotation Enigmatism Flair Grace Hope Initiation Archives September 2009 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Sunday, September 27, 2009 letters i once wrote letters to this pretty boy who i once loved, and i wrote for 9 months. And it was a amazing thing that he actually kept it. But after 8 month and half, there's one bad person took the letters and it was being given out to the classmates around her and people started to make stories about me. but the good thing is that, now i can annonunce that this 2 person are just plainly baddies. and the letters are with me right now. \m/
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay