::This Isn't Fair::
So he told me I should die, your lovers good friend. What happened if you did? What would happen if you really took that threat seriously? Would he care, what would your love think? How far do you think you can go now? All is lost, he told you not to fall apart. He won't let you fall apart, that's just a stupid song. It means nothing. You can't go on any longer. It hurts, it hurts really bad. To know that you've lost so many friends....to know that nothing is anything anymore. You've lost it all, and all you can do is face the facts. You're hated, despised, and you hate life.

My love, do what you please. But never hurt me. My love, move on if you will, but never forget me. My love, I love you....but never stop loving me. I'm sorry My Love....so sorry.

::Fuck Off::
You fucked it up. You piece of shit bitch. I myself. I HATE YOU! YOU HEAR ME?! fUCK......

So you fucked it up. One mistake won't kill you. But does he HAVE to question you on everything? Why can't he just leave it alone. Forgive you, that's all you want him to do. Why can't he see that you love him? Does he not want to? No...He loves you. Right? You hope.

God damnit. Fuck you....fuck this journal of yours. Who reads your shit anyways. Like it's important. Just go away. God...leave me. Leave me for another day, I want to die. He told you not to cut yourself, but you can't think. Just stop, you don't want pain. Want what's best. Right? Right....so goodbye.

::Stick Situation::
Like melted ice cream on a hot fugde sunday. Like double licked candy on a cold winters night. Peppermint sticks and the taste of mint on your breath. This one's for you. You're sticky icky, that like sweet delights. You shake me up inside, and then you kiss me goodbye....

Your sweet taste of bubblegum tongue lingers on my lips. Your eyes of caramel lingers in my red hard candy heart. Your fingers like taffy still caress my white chocolate body, you're sticky icky like that of these sweet delights. How wonderful you are tonight.

You tease me with your liquid words. But your not playing. You mean those words "I love you" from the chewy center of your starburst heart. You're sticky icky, and I love you like that of sweet delights. You'll always be my favorite dessert. Forever and tonight.

I had a good day. But people are still arrogant. Still stupid. But who would have thunk it? The next person thinks the same of me. I need a ciggarette. I need a drink. Bartender, poor me some wine. Heartbreaker did a mean, good job. But heart taker is better. He'll have a sip of wine with me, then off to bed he'll be with me.

Heh heh. What are you sayin, you wrecked angel. Damnit. Stop the madness, listen to the music. And get yourself a smoke. goodbye.
Jordan