Never let them take you alive

my nose pierced. and maybe a monroe. but who am i kidding? my mom won't even let me get my ear pierced. wth.

idea from Chemqueen,.

I will go to this school:

(hell yeah, go UCLA!)

and will become this:

i'd love to be a photographer.

then i'll "marry" this:

who i'll meet at Warped Tour this year, i swear.

and will do fashon photography:

 

then i will meet the following people:

 

 

and will live here:

and will get tattooed. :

i'm going to be a freak and consider getting a monroe. but would i look good or bad with one? i just want to know. comment me!

then i would use my last breath to say i love you

steal but return. live but sleep. death is sleeps brother, as you can find. in that state of sleep, that is the closest we will get to death without dying. odd, isn't it? but we wake up.

 

guns don't kill people,  people kill people. this is true, but you do need a gun to embed that bullet into a mans head. but the person pulls that trigger.

 

peopkle can make heaven into a hell, and can make hell into a heaven? it would depend on the person. what kind of person are they? one who lives each day as if it was their last? or one who lays alone in the dark with silent thoughts, wishing they were dead with every single tear that runs across their cheeks?

 

 

i really hate it how i can get from bouncing- off -the -walls -happy to i'm-going-to-cut-my-heart-out sad so damn fast. it really pisses me off.

you know what? i really hate labels. labels are for freaking soup cans.

and can i be some what pretty? it seems that the reason no guys want to date me is "she's not pretty enough" "she wears too much black" "she's not thin enough."  you know what, all you guys who say that, go away, i want to be left alone. what do you want?  this thin:

?  this much color:

?   i'm sorry, thats not me. sure, i wouldn't mind being that thin, but i'd have to go anorexic to be like that. the pink hollister shirt? i say fuck it. i wear black, blue, purple, and green. those are colors enough. why do you even care what i look like? i can be a pleasent person to hang out with. i can hold convos where i talk about more than glitter and clothes. your stupid preppy girlfriends can't seem to do that.

you know what? i think i'll be the opposite: i'll gain more weight, i'll go goth, i really don't care. i'll even scar my face. i'll get ugly tattoos. i'll pierce my lip, eyebrow, cheeks, all of it.

ok. i got that rant over with. if anyone reads this, i'm sorry. i really am.