i dont want to be the other woman i dont want to look into his eyes and know that she used to do the same i dont want to laugh with him knowing she's crying alone i dont wana to be held by him when she's sleeping alone i dont want him to go out with me when she's waiting by the phone i know she's the one who broke up but i know she regrets it i know im the bitch when she talks to her friends about him i dont want to hold hands with him knowing the same hands strok...

i must apologize for my last "article." (wow.. feels like journalism class...) i don't know.. im a teenager and fall into random spurts of emotions. yea... so i was so sad that i drank. i'm turning into quite an alcaholic... yeup... nothing more attractive than a 17 year old alcaholic. OOO... those people that never cut their toenails. SEXY. i know i shouldnt be doing the shit i'm doing, cuz i know i have a weak self control (case in point: my "relationship" with brian), but... anyways.....

i'm so lost. i had been wasting my time away... with longview by greenday (i got no motivation/ where is my motivation/ no time for motivation/ smoking my inspiration) playing somewhere in the background of my head... and i happen to run across the xangas (i hate them.. thats why im on this joeuser, but they're call out to the time wasters such as me) of some old people i use to know... they're out living the "ganster" life. it's kinda funny... i remember playing with one during 3rd.. ...