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i'm nervous abt posting but :/ trying to actually be active on here lmfaofinally done with state testing,, i'm SO tired ://I went 2 see atl again for the 2nd time last week thursday!! Jack wants to sleep with the quarterback  of the local college ig lmfao

Am I naive to believe I'm not unhealthily attached to technology? I see a lot of my friends talking about how sending snapchat streaks is a "digital prison," and I just don't understand why they treat it so seriously. I mean, if someone initiates streaks with me I reciprocate it, but I never consider it to be an obsession or a necessity. It's just crazy seeing people I know talking about ending their snapchat streaks because it's stressing them out. How many streaks do you have!? I think I have maybe seven, but I guess if you have thirty that must be stressful. I don't know why you would just randomly send streaks though; I think they're dumb. I guess people just like the accomplishment of keeping something up for a long period of time. I don't get it. It's weird seeing people so attached to technology that it bothers them. I'll admit it: I'm dependent on technology. I'm also dependent on food, water, electricity, cars, and other people. Being dependent on things isn't necessarily bad. Could I live without social media? Probably not. I like talking to my friends, I like expressing myself, and I like looking at content that interests me. Social media has existed since 2003, it isn't new. If you feel like technology/social media is a prison, it's not social media. It's you. kisses and stitches, abby

'Cause I've broken bones for you, and for you onlyI make money but we just can't keep this homeGive me your heart and your hand and we can run!We can run, we can run baby, run nowWe can run baby, run baby, you're my hope  

It's like a long drag takenBefore the smoke hits the white skyLike the birds at nightAnd it's fake just like the movies ~   

My life I choose my path to be loner. With art, music my works.Earth defense force to horror metal guitarist ..right now Im saving money for my fashionable residence. If so.... to me it was hard decision. My visage I care. Meds as well. Im paling my skin. Im obssessed to white girl somewhere British white. With MTR i can compose more quality. If relationship with girl who Im obssessed seems impossible. I want it to be possible..Rehab DISCO Party UK.. landscape. Easy conversation to girl. No alchol, No cigar. I don't drink alchol or smoke cigarette. For real my masterpiece work. Band members mock my idea up to relationship stealing one. Im pissed For instances Id be holding stunt gun "talk sh*t!" I shove stunt gun shoving to duality ones neck. talk sh*t bout me. HXC fight. Well sorts of mentality like that. One day I want to enjoy romance with my perfect indie white girl. DISCO electro crush to indie music did you feel lonely? Do you feel better with me? I like your clothes and styles.. landscape and these smoothies funcy places. Well silence. I lay to your shoulder .. let me feel and let me be your perfect person .. Angry ? Your faces And all.it makes me feel, happy. Please Im weak enough.. I cooked and brought my lunch maybe cook with me? Shake my shoulder and tell me "Yuto Hirata! My lunch I made brought. Look!"

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I fell in love with the boy with a book in his hands and a girl in his bed.

i wish i never let my guard down.i wish i was on my own,but without an aching heart.i wish i could smile without your assistance.and i know you're never coming back,but i'd like to take the chance to finally let you know.i am completely in love.now that it's far too late,i have realised.i'm never going to get it back together.you know this though.i'm so sorry for that blood stain on your couch.i promise this is the last stain i'll leave behind.for the last time,i'm sorry.

In 4 days I will be 16 years old.All through my childhood, I pictured him--a vibrant and lively young man, a shock of hair blue as the sky.I would imagine this man--guitar in hand, ready to serenade his love,an infinity of opportunities and happiness before him.The times changed; I found myself drifting,hopeless against the swell of the ocean,its heaving motion led me into the darkness.Electric hues faded to grey,and his eyes lost their shine--and so did mine.In 4 days I will be 16 years old, and I am nothing like he was.He shined so bright in my mind's eye like a star,but he was carried away in the storm.Maybe one day, as the driftwood reaches the shore,he will return and join me.

Mood Music: The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask OST   Oh boy, my first official blog post, how exciting. ...And I'm not sure what to write. Okay, um, I'm Abby. [waves] I'm 17 and I live in Pennsylvania. You can usually find me lying under a Cyprus tree in your local graveyard or in the bushes outside of my crush's house. My favourite colour is black and my favourite band is Fall Out Boy. I love Pete Wentz. My dream job is to be an animator. I'm mostly on this site to vent, vague post, and pretend like it's 2007. I'm not good at things like this, so I think my next blog post is going to be a survey so you can get to know me better.    kisses and stitches, abby

the colours of this conversation are draining dear.as the bright red fades from your eyes,the pigments have left,and you sway as if the wind may knock you down,eyes now locked on the overgrown grass,you promised them you'd never known my life.you'd never know the taste of us.as we reach the derelict buildings,your cold bones bury us below.soon I'll know the red again.although it's a different shade this time.

This is my first blog post, and I'm not sure what to write. I also assume no one will read this (due to this site's lack of traffic), but it's nice to pretend that I'm in 2007 and I have an audience to perform for. I have an english paper to write (that I've severely neglected), but I'll give a proper introduction later. Take this picture of Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz as an apology.       

Hiding away from the world,with you,is one of the easiest things I could do.removing ourselves from this cruel world,for some time feels lovely.finally, some time for just you and me.replace my stolen thoughts with those of you,the warmth of your smile will keep my mind at ease.don't ever leave me.please.

and for seven days, i am up and i am downlook for meand for seven days, find and placeshow me offmay it hurt while it hurtstighten your skin with your handsbelow me tighten your fearfingernails shatter in sweatjust this time it searchs and calls, i'll shelter itjust some time it radiates and pleads, i'll gift ithold me, love metake my, wet by hands, neck and save time for you and for me i would be your brother, you are my brotherbreak, get awaybreak, get awaybreak, get awayfrom yourself from yourself from yourself from yourselfand for seven days, i am up and i am downlook for meand for seven days, find and placeshow me offmay it hurt while it hurtstighten your skin with your handsbelow me tighten your fearfingernails shatter in sweatbreak, get awaybreak, get awaybreak, get awayfrom me from mefrom me from meand seven days i am,look for me...look for me...

There are so many thought in my mindBrain flowing like an unstoppable river Anger guided towards imaginary crimeIt's none of my business, the state of your liver Four, twenty, ten thoughts that terrorize meTranslate it to a language of love, it makes senseHaunt the top of my neck like ghosts beneath my skin Reminding me of the darkness of all my sinsI punch walls like I punch my mindAimlessly, uselessly, just to pass the timeAnd where am I going with this, how should i know?I lost my direction when I lost you, dumb? you betNonsense but it pours out like it's not nonethelessNo one cares, no one cares you're driving them awayThey're pretending, why do they pretend why don't they just goYeah leave leave me alone here locked up insideBut oh please stay stay a little longer, a longer whileI'm egotistical and idiotic and that much I knowBut I need something between me and this shineI was hoping you wouldn't let me stop so lowAnd when they're all gone where will I goExistence depending on the eyes and the earsOn eventual flashes and crinkles musclesAnd when they're all gone guess I'll goThe time, the time it doesn't freezeYou can't move it out of place like slimeYou can't turn back the hands of timeCold, dead, veiny, the hands of timeAnd violence so much violenceWishing to thrash me from insideBreaking the delicate dam of my patienceAnd leaving bruised knuckles like promises behind