i wish i knew you like i had never gotten the chance in highschool. seeing recent photos of you can't help me remind me of the images of your face i used to hold of you. haha fuck i sound like a freak.
i tunes on shuffle and owl city comes on- you make me want to commit suicide just because your sweet fake sounds make the world seem like rainbows and fucking lollypops.
i enjoy how i post photos of my room in this blog- my ex boyfriend didn't even get to see what my house looked like and randoms over the net can examine every nook and cranny. been putting my photos on my walls. makes my room seem smaller, kind of like how our minds are cramming with images/words/memories.
summer nights give me nightmares. i can't sleep.
ear juice: the panics
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