S My D

let's start a riot.
blush it up(:
it's over.
i'm poppin' some explicit shit.

there's blood on the dance floor,
and it's all yours babe.

throw me away,
like the paper towels,
you used to wipe,
the blood off the,
bathroom floor.

wait,
that wasn't you...
that was me.

lol at my life.

open me up like christmas,
bitch.

if i gave you a kiss,
add another to the list,
let's take this slow,
don't wanna be a hoe.

Do you like my sexy hair?
I'm not wearing any underwear(:

cut me up,
take me out.

gimme gimme,
blood on the dance floor

Do you like my sexy hair?
I'm seriously not wearing any underwear...
WHAT?!

haha.
that was just me having fun(:

today was pretty....
uh...
bleh.

remember how you made me promise,
how we would talk each&&every day?

i broke that promise yesterday.

check yourself,
before you wreck yourself.

haha,
wow.

you must think i'm Miss Bipolar.
i'm too tired to put up a fight.
but the best part of a fight,
is the makeup sex(:

drama is your middle name.
but you just haven't figured it out yet.

oh irony.
well,
i'm not copying,
but it's my favorite thing now.

lol at my life.

my happieness is mixed with pain,
because i'm not completley over what we were..
does that mean i'm obsessive?
jee,
i hope not.

i know none of this made sence,
but everything i say,
makes perfect nonsence to me.
(: