** Ok ; so here's the deal. I'm not into xanga anymore. I dunno why. This is my last xanga entry for awhile. I'm just posting these poems I found (The 1st one I'm giving credit to Tyff for it cuz I stole it outta her info but changed the words arOund .. thanx. lol) And I posted some more lyric thingys I m.a.d.e. because I fucking can. Also ;; as usual .. a shitload of iconage. I'm still doing myspace shit so go there && [[add me]] if you bitchesz wanna :: www.myspace.com/xyounghopeless3x <---Well until next time skankfucks. Peace out cubscout! xx33
Call me a goth. Call me a whore. Call me whatever. I've heard it before. Say that I'm a bitch. And that you want me to die. Say whatever you want. You won't see me cry. I definately know none of it's true, but calling me all this shit ; what the fuck does that make you?
Your perfect little girl dropped a grade on her report card.
Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night.
Your perfect little girl talked back to you again.
Your perfect little girl painted her nails black.
Your perfect little girl lied to you all her life.
Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep.
Your perfect little girl slits her wrists till she bleeds.
Your perfect little girl dated before sixteen.
Your perfect little girl doesn't go to church.
Your perfect little girl hates you.
Your perfect little girl has given up on life.
Your perfect little girl had a tantrum today.
Your perfect little girl wants to run away.
Your perfect little girl hasn't let you dry her tears.
Your perfect little girl disobeys you.
Your perfect little girl hates the world.
Your perfect little girl is hated by the world.
Your perfect little girl says bad things about you.
Your perfect little girl is very unhappy.
Your perfect little girl tried to commit suicide.
Your perfect little girl has become a disgrace.
Whats your perfect little girl now?
H aunted !!*
Watching me :: Wanting me I can (feel) you pull me down Fearing you ;; loving you I [won't] let you .. </3 .. pull me down
You`re SO Last Summer !!*
The truth :: is you could slit my throat. And with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt. And all I [need] to know is that I'm something you'll be missing. <\3 ... Maybe I should hate you for this.
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