Okay, first off,
SANITY IS OVERRATED.
Haha, seriously. I love being insane in my own little world where love conquers all, and cake won't get you fat, and every girl has an older brother, and everyone has a best friend, and no one gets hurt by misunderstandings, and clouds make funny shapes.
Like ZEBRAS. And I totally want to live in an asylum where I can hug myself.
And I can have like fifty million celebrity crushes, like Joe Jonas when he was in Camp Rock, and Sterling Knight in Sonny With a Chance. Except I only like them cause, 1: They is cute, and 2: DEMI LOVATO is so cool.
She's the star of both. Hellz yeah. I obsess.
(Yes, big Disney fan. Nothing to do but obsess over Disney Channel all day long.)
I DON LIEK SANITY. Wowzers, I'm listening to wierd music.
And I don't want to be the girl who has to fill the silence. (Sober - P!nk) I don't like to be the one to make people laugh.
Laugh at yourself. Talk to yourself. Don't make me feel bad for your crap attempts at humor. LOOK, I CAN MAKE MY EYES GO ALL WHITE, CREEPY, EH?
I don't want to be trapped. I can't escape now that I've opened the box. They're trying to get me. Trying to take me back to the me I don't like.
The me that regrets. The me that filled the silence with self-depreciating humor. Look, you have a boyfriend and I didn't, ha ha.
I love you, but stop. I'm going sane. I'm learning that there's a world out there. A writer, an artist, doesn't want to know that.
Stop. I like my world. It's pretty. It's peaceful. It involves me beating up Edward Cullen, cause I've just realized that my favorite parts in the Twilight series are the parts where Edward feels like crap.
I'm twisted. I know. I didn't want anyone else to know. I'd rather be insane in silence. I obsess. And now, I digress.
And now, I'm going to bed, cause I like my dreams, they're wierd.
Haha, like this journal entry, =P
kthxbai,
Shippo7777
P.S. Still insane, and immensly happy after seeing Sterling Knight get jealous over Demmi Lovato in fake life. ((Sonny With a Chance))
SANITY IS OVERRATED.
Haha, seriously. I love being insane in my own little world where love conquers all, and cake won't get you fat, and every girl has an older brother, and everyone has a best friend, and no one gets hurt by misunderstandings, and clouds make funny shapes.
Like ZEBRAS. And I totally want to live in an asylum where I can hug myself.
And I can have like fifty million celebrity crushes, like Joe Jonas when he was in Camp Rock, and Sterling Knight in Sonny With a Chance. Except I only like them cause, 1: They is cute, and 2: DEMI LOVATO is so cool.
She's the star of both. Hellz yeah. I obsess.
(Yes, big Disney fan. Nothing to do but obsess over Disney Channel all day long.)
I DON LIEK SANITY. Wowzers, I'm listening to wierd music.
And I don't want to be the girl who has to fill the silence. (Sober - P!nk) I don't like to be the one to make people laugh.
Laugh at yourself. Talk to yourself. Don't make me feel bad for your crap attempts at humor. LOOK, I CAN MAKE MY EYES GO ALL WHITE, CREEPY, EH?
I don't want to be trapped. I can't escape now that I've opened the box. They're trying to get me. Trying to take me back to the me I don't like.
The me that regrets. The me that filled the silence with self-depreciating humor. Look, you have a boyfriend and I didn't, ha ha.
I love you, but stop. I'm going sane. I'm learning that there's a world out there. A writer, an artist, doesn't want to know that.
Stop. I like my world. It's pretty. It's peaceful. It involves me beating up Edward Cullen, cause I've just realized that my favorite parts in the Twilight series are the parts where Edward feels like crap.
I'm twisted. I know. I didn't want anyone else to know. I'd rather be insane in silence. I obsess. And now, I digress.
And now, I'm going to bed, cause I like my dreams, they're wierd.
Haha, like this journal entry, =P
kthxbai,
Shippo7777
P.S. Still insane, and immensly happy after seeing Sterling Knight get jealous over Demmi Lovato in fake life. ((Sonny With a Chance))
