Save the Last Dance
No, actually, I’m not okay.
I’m the sickest person I know.
I’m twisted, wrong, and dirty. Things that make you want to puke make me want to masturbate, is that so fucking wrong?
It’s a quiet night, the lights next door are off…across the way, just a dark living room with the flicker of a TV screen, and me…alone with my thoughts again. Just trying to watch a lame ass movie when all I can really think about is cutting myself open to see what makes me tick. Wondering why bad things happen to good people, when us bad ones get away scott free.
To look at me, I’m the all american girl.
You’d fall in love with me, if I gave you the chance.
I consider you a friend and I did fall. I doubt that about the masturbation thing. Football season is approaching, care to start wagering? 😉 I hope the new job and all is well. Take care.
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Don’t forget who’s taking you home and in who’s arms you’re going to be, so darling, save the last dance for me.
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Your a sick little girl…But I like you hehehe
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Proboly, but then again there’s the chance you’re too clean. Not sick enough. In the beginning you see what you want to see. After a while, you just see what you need to. “’cause summer’s almost hereAnd I’ve been up all nightI might sleep all dayGet your dreams just rightLet them slip awayI might sleep all day”
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i love this entry, at least
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i miss you “my” “twisted” “wrong” and “dirty” northern girl..
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honey, you gave me the chance…. now stop bothering the people with your drunken ramblings…..*S*
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I’m revisiting my old entries… you left me a note many months ago. I find you interesting.
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