Floorplan

hammy. i want you to be with me at home, and at school.


you can always be the one to say to me "you look like you need to blog."


like my own little four-foot-ten CONscious.



this is the floorplan i made for reese: everything you say either makes me angry, depressed, or fucking jealous.


it's amazing how sweet i am to you when you're feeling fucked, but how careless you act towards me when you can tell something's up.



i dont think it's hard to look at me.
sure i may not be a pretty sight,


but it's nice to be respected and acknowledged like you actually know me.

because, if you haven't noticed, you do.




i'm tired of your mood swings. i'm tired of your personality shifts.


and i'm sick of you.




it's hard to get my point across. but bottom line, you get to me, reese.

you just fucking get to me.


i now know, hammy, what it feels like to want to rip out your own veins.

but do you know what it's like to want to rip out someone else's?





flipped you off today behind your back.


glad you noticed.



just received a forward from gabi.

send it to ten people and something will make you very happy.


i wish things were as simple as forwarding a text times ten.


just started feeling woozy. dizzy. real tired.



gave you the two other cd's of it was you and so jealous.
thought i'd be nice cause you were all sad.


i regret doing favors like that for you.


velvet boxes of chocolates and candy roses.



things you take for granted, you know, the usual...



quote of the day "It's not about who wins or loses, it's about chance."

...i've already lost.


but it's coming for you one day.
it does for everyone.

you're going to fucking lose, reese.



that'll be the best day of my life.



i just want you to experience one moment of the horror and depression that YOU put me through.


you need a fucking personality makeover, and one huge reality check.


friends? would you like to know what i did when vinnie left?
went into my room and fucking cried.


fucking balled.



"ohhhhhh, it's what you do to me..."
that line is no use for me anymore.
it's not the butterfly effect,

i just want you to Eat A Dick.






a part of me wants to bitch you out and throw you off a cliff.
the other part of me just wants to say Fuck You, you're not worth my time.


So far, the second one's winning.


PS. Speak slow is my favorite.