In my Pete Wentz livejournal era

I know I said it was an accident when I sent you those lyrics. It's always so much easier to send a screenshot of something that's been written then writing it out myself. Oh lord, why did I fall so hard for someone who I knew wouldn't feel the same? Not to be emo, but it's nearly nine in the afternoon, and her eyes are likely the size of the moon. I deleted all my photos of her, as I feel I don't deserve them anymore.

Ah well. I guess this is the curse of growing older. You don't truly live until you experience your first high school heartbreak. I wonder if this is what Pete's still writing about, though he wasn't in highschool when he experienced his new Mexico sunset. Whatever he was writing about seems to have done some damage on him. Ah well, guess I could always just hum hallelujah. It's not as if I didn't love her, and it's not just because of how she looked in the light. Hm, cest la vie, makes for good lyrics at least.

"But we'll jump in the ocean, won't talk for hours

I'll let you drown me

Just to resurface, say I was busy

When the waters in my lungs,

I can't feel enough, I miss my nothing

Just want to see if you miss me"

Not sure. Something I've been working on lately. I think the trickster might be proud of it. Thought it could be a good gift for you crash queens and motor babies. Hm. Guess I've named you all now. You'd better like that as your name, and even if you don't, it's my blog, I can choose the rules.

Time for me to go have a clap with an exterminator y'all, but in the meantime, here's the traffic report.

"I'm not in love, this is not my heart, I am not gonna waste these words about a girl..."