This Is For My Buddy: Sarina Lynch.

this is for my best friend in the whole. wide. world.

hi there, you buddy, you!
the one who helps me through everything!
who makes me happy when i'm sad!
you guessed it!
tis' Sarina Ray Kemme-Lynch.

you know how she's always there and stands up for me?
you know how she cals me all the time?

flip that around.
because that's what i do.

she says she's ugly.
i tell her to shut up and look at how pretty she is in black and bright colours.

she says she hates him
i tell her to shut up and that he loves her.

she gets a girlfriend.

what the hell do i do now?

i send her a message.
she replies.
i reply.
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.

i thought you would be able to talk to more than one person at one time.

i talk to:
Michael
Stephanie
Savannah
Amanda

and stayed on roleplay.
all.
day

don't give me this shit about being busy.
havn't you fucking heard of a cellular device?!

remember?
Gerard Gray?

yep.
yep.
yep.

are you going to ignore me for a girl you've never met?
or talk to the girl you've known since fourth grade?

i'm not saying i want you guys to break up.
i don't care what you guys do.

notice how this should be easy for you.

you talked to her all fucking day yesterday.

when you were talking to her
you could have talked to me.

and i know you'll most likely be the only one who reads this.

nobody reads my blogs except for you.

because you're my best fucking friend.

and now?
where were we?
check the play write.
ah yes.
and you see now.
we're lost.
it's all your fault.
if you could ever save me.
tell me.
you smile and say you love me.
you tell me you'll be there.
"always baby."
where are you now?
i feel as if i'm running in circles
just to find your face
and tripping over my own two feet just to please you.
oh. and is this where it ends?
my dear mr. holmes,
i do belive you're wrong this time
but of course you've gone mad, my dear watson.
-
you say you'll kill them.
i ask you why
if they try anything.
don't think i won't kick their asses.
but of course, my love
you're always there?
correct?
suddenly, blood fills the room.
draining from my wrists.
my neck
my legs.
and where are you?
any where but here.
STOP!
your point is crystal clear, my love.
we can't go anywhere if you call yourself the ass.
share the blame.
it's mine.
-
do you love me?
i wouldn't sait
if i didn't mean it
i love you with all my heart.
always babe.
you're mine.
i'm not sharing.
and they lived happily ever after.
but wait my dear reader,
where is the encore?
and you would be sad if you lost me.
i don't know weather to call you a liar
or
say i would die without you.
i know i wouldn't
i'd kill myself.
i have to try to make you happy.
it's my job.
i don't care.
just...
kiss me.

bitch.

this is where your suposed to say everything's all right.
this is where your suposed to kiss me and tell me to hush
beacuse everything is fine.
why the hell did you think i'd belive you now?
because i belived you then?
wasn't it funny how you could seduce me into beliving anything?
or that i didn't know any better?
please don't keep me locked away from the world
i wish i could be with you minus the bad
that fact you did everything wrong and everyone hates you
i just wish you would go away somethimes
other times i wish we could go away together
but that, of course will never happen
so what ever