fml mair mair became a beautiful maiden who does pottery, and she still hangs out with bitchface who apparently blocked me from ever adding her. which I guess is fine because shes stupid and mean. and fake. I feel kind of douched out, like i'm sort of in the wrong because I still not even in contact with mair. why god did you make me so fearful at the time? I'm fucking exhausted too, well but i do have a restaurant date with la sades so it so be fun... oh man hope I don't see maid I know her sis loves that place fuck thats how this mess got started I guess after not seeing for awhile I probably look really different and they aren't going to talk to me anyway. so yeah pretty much my life is to stay home and chat on the computer waiting for my precious feeds to be uploaded. fuck I feel sort of unbalanced. isn't everyone though, I bet jesus felt this way. I feel totes blah at this point.
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ready to cry it out

pretty much my life

Pacific Sun, you should have warned us, it gets so cold here.
And the night can freeze, before you set it on fire.

And our flares go unnoticed.
Dimminished, faded just as soon as they are fired.

We are, we are, intrigued. We are, we are, invisible.

Oh, how we've shouted, how we've screamed, take notice, take interest, take me with you.

But all our fears fall on deaf ears.

Tonight, they're burning the roads they built to lead us to the light.
And blinding our hearts with their shining lies,
while closing our caskets cold and tight. But I'm dying to live.

Pacific sun, you should have warned us, these heights are dizzying,
and the climb can kill you long before the fall.

And our trails go unmarked and unmapped and covered
just as soon as they are crossed.

We are, we are, intriguing. We are, we are, desirable.

Oh how we've shouted, how we've screamed,
take notice, take interest, take me with you.

But all our fears fall on deaf ears.

Tonight, they're burning the roads they built to lead us to the light.
And blinding our hearts with their shining lies,
while closing our caskets cold and tight. But I'm dying to live.