Abigail...</3

User. Abuser. Loser. All those men were right as I crawle from the dumpster. "uhck! Crack a window she smells, but not of English blood. Nay, she smells loke a mule, and feels like a body dragged from the mud!" they called after. It wasn't cruel no, said the people of the small town. You see she did it for a show, she was simply a whoreish clown! What they didn't see, and didn't know: this girl was genius see! And she would give them a show! she sliced the throat of the mayor the first night, his wife the next! She continued for three months filling every woman man and child with fright! She continued on for two more months, the town quarantined as though set upon with a hex! She killed every last one of them. With not one speck of blood on her, from her hear to dress hem.

I Don't Know...?

I can't figure you out. Your here then there, then nowhere, then everywhere, then here again...and it's great. I feel important, thought about, remembered. Then your gone. And I feel hurt, and alone, and the closer I get to you it rips alittle more off. Off of what? I'm still not really sure. Me, my heart, my soul? I don't know. I don't know much. I'm pretty dumb, but I do know this: your awesome, I miss the shit out of you, and you should let me find you...just once...

@SamuelLarsen

I just kinda wanted to let you know...ur an inspiration. I know, I know; stupid girl who just want attention. But, this time, not so much. When I first saw you on the glee project, I thought "this hollagin, he's not gonna go far. But, you did! You believed in your self, and worked hard, and you did it! And you know what? I did something I never thought I could ever do! All thanks to you I have a future and a life! Thanks;)

All Singing, All Dancing Crap Of The World

My head is so full of broken promises, unfollowed follow ups, fucked up relationships, unfriendly "friends" who talk, and bitch and yell and freak at every little bump in the road. I work to impress. I put strong walls, and thick makeup masks. I stretch the truth. I lie a lot. I try, not as hard as I could. I smoke so much. Sometimes I burp up smoke and don't remember when it was from. I bake so hard so long I am sometimes still high the next morning! I sleep all the time. I veg. I can't wait till I get my new place tho! I can have my boy friend over and have sex without the room mates hearing! And vise versa on there behalf...I feel like I fail all the time. And that makes me feel really sad. So I say and feel really fucked up things. Sometimes I can't believe the things that pass between my ears. The curule assholiean fucking puss-y vomit of the underbelly of the forgotten children's minds. I fuck mothers for a break, I kick puppy's and piss on baby's. I fucking hate myself sometimes..then others I think I'm kinda ok. Most people think I really like myself. I mean. I like myself a lot more than I did a few years ago. I dunknow. Maybe I'm just having a mental melt down. Maybe I'm just fucked. Maybe I'm this dimensions Tyler Durden. But then again, the first rule is not to talk about it...

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Jesse rites the nices poetry. It's smooth, and real, and joker. It makes sense to me. It's like the image of a god took some wire and strung our brains together. All the nights of watching endless batman. Reading comics. Talking about the joker. Skipping, butter fly finger dance, face paint, nude girl magazine, British chicks. You and I got something that people just exaggerate on how alike our brains are. It's like. Like. Everything. An. And it doesn't even matter that your so far, cuz, cuz your still you, and that's what matters! All that matters is that your awesome and I want you to be you for ever! I want you to work really hard at it though! I want you to wright like crazy! Work really really hard! Make a bunch of money and just do it! Be! Live! Open! Explode! Become the serge, become the beat! Move within, without, back. Forth. Plow. Let nothing get in the way my dearest! You make me smile so often! It's ridiculous! But. You also make me kinda sad sometimes. You get so down on your self. You don't see how truly fucking awesome you are to hang out with! I love to just chill and watch a tv show or a movie. I just want you to know that someone really loves you Jesse. Your my fave! Ily<3

Someone who did the best she could with the talent she had. - J.K Rowlling

Totally saw the future u today. Lately u have had a good handle on the future. I have no idea why though. Maybe my stars are aligned...
I'm sorry I've been flaky lately. I don't mean to be. I really miss hanging out all the time. I miss talking bout stuff, watching awesome movies together. And I really miss making fun of john!
I hope you don't think that I'm making excuses, and ditching u on purpose. I just sorta lose focus, get stuck in ruts and and daily shit that I forget about things out side that.
But I keep you close to mind. Remind myself that I need to get out of my head and look around. And then I see you!
Kay, I'm getting weird. I'll stop now. Just wanted to say I was thinking of you today. Love, peace, and prosper!

Drugs

She twirled around again. Flashing an actual smile. God, I said to myself, how is she so happy all the time? It was almost five, I could barely keep my eyes open.
"Come dance with me!" she called over the pulsing music. I shook my head. I didn't want to ruin your fun. And I didn't. You shrugged and sauntered back to the dance floor.
I ordered another drink. I was already drunk, but felt the buzz leaving. If I was going to do this I needed to be right sauced. I checked my watch. Five fifteen. Another ten minuets, then we go. I motioned to you. You were so reluctant, but agreed. I pulled you close as we walked down the avenue, laughing and holding hands.
People looked at us. I didn't care. I had you with me. That's all that ever mattered. That's all that ever mattered.