pull it from my back..

PLEASE GO TO http://xanga.com/crack_open_her_ribs TO READ MY SHIT

 

HEARTS.

 

 AIMY!

I know you see me return when I say I'm through. But after letting this go, I know what needs to be said.




I'm still you're friend.
I'm still here.
I'm still listening.



No more drama. This is the simplicity of what goes through my head.

Its to easy. No more drama. I'll keep is simple.



I still love you.


Still.

Ignor the last entry, I was drunk. -_-


I'm at the xanga now. Livejournal isnt safe. Good luck finding it though.




Its only obvious.

I tried calling 4 times last night, and hung up on every ring.

I feel like a junior high kid with an obsessive crush.




I swear, its not like that. I just had no fear.

I love how they call me dramatic and then make the claim that they are alone.

The worst part is I stand right next to them still.






Your words were false. And thats not fucking drama.






Its real.

DUBBLE YUH TEE EFF MATE. WHY IS THIS SHIT BEING WRITTEN IN?!

Cause, I got friends in LOOOOOW places. ^___^

 Alright, check this compadre's. I've started over and am starting to realize, I couldn't be happier.

Lets do this.

 

So, friday night, Authority Zero show.
FUCKING KICKED.  It was my 5th time seeing them and it made me SMILE  

 

 =D

 

And get this,  effing SHOWBREAD is comming in 2 weeks.

Guess who is attending.

Word, assholes.

 

Finaly, on June 11 me and my COMPADRE are going on a great, illeagal, kidnapping adventure.

Yea, so Taylor got sent away to California by her asshole mom.  I miss her like she's my little sister, Barbara is alone in some huge haunted house, Taylor is miserable at her grandma's.  So....

We're stealing the car and hitting Cali to steal her back.

 

8 hour joy ride.  ^__^

 

THEN.

WARPED TOUR.  Sweetest line up ever this year.  TSUNAMI BOMB. 

 

If IMA Robot Played, my life would be complete.

 

 

I'm so glad I started this shit over.  And I don't mean livejournal.

 

 

I hope this was a treat cause it wont kick again for a LOOOONG LOOONG TIME.

 

 

 

 

 

Fuckers.

 

 

 

 

 

.

 

Hello, my name is Aimy and love is a hoax.




People like to tell you things that arn't true, because if they make them sound genuine then they know they have you wrapped around their finger.

Shelby demonstrated this to me tonight. I'm glad she did. A few tears plus resent was good for me.


I dont need chemicals. Or even alcohol. I dont need friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, or even love.

I dont need anything at all.

I'm not jealous, either. I'm glad. I'm glad you have your drugs, and your perfect life. Your perfect boyfriend. Perfect car.

I'm glad you have it all. I'm glad your okay. It makes me feel good that your smile is now real.

This isnt sarcasm. I promise you. I am serious when I say all this.





Please.. dont ever lose your smile. Your joy. Anything. Hold on to it. Savor it. By all means.







I've decided to find elsewhere to write.


Because 1: I switch journals alot.
2: I'm pretty sick of anonymous comments. I think they're kinda lame.
3: There isnt much to write.



Just for you Shelby, I hope you get everything you want.
You too Amber.



Good luck. All of you.

I like how the smallest of promises can rip you apart.


"We'll have a night, just you and me. We'll drink and light shit on fire and I'll take you home at 6 AM."

I call at 10 and there are 11 people at her house. 2 of them I dont care to surround myself with.

All on Tripple C.

She's tripping out. Begging me to come over. "I want to see you. You can drink and we'll swim. Oh wow, I cant drive. ALYSSA STOP CRYING. Its hard to talk to you. I'm trying really hard. Oh shit"

She doesnt understand. Not because she's ignorant. Because she's on fucking drugs.

She tells me to wait outside at 11:30 and Kevin will be there. I dont want to go.

Kevin never shows up. I wait outside until 12:30 before crawling back in my window and falling asleep.


I woke up and nothing was changed. I still have a bottle of booze, same ammount. I never left the house. I'm still wearing the back jeans I was asked to wear. I even have my shoes on.







This isnt a big deal, I was just stood up.


Why am I making it like that?
because this isnt the first time.







This always happens.


Drugs are more fun than friends.




They'd rather tripple C. Or weed. Or crack. Or lust.





Lust. Hah. Like that song "Choke on this"





It was fun while it lasted, but she'd rather OD on cough medicine.
Or someone else decides to drop our speaking terms, or even our friendshit just because it "feels right"

No, it doesnt feel right. They would just rather lust over some lame ass kid who provides her with weed.


Or someone else would rather get treated like shit be some crack head.

Or someone else would rather be all melodramatic over something she caused herself.






Chemicals over friendship.


Friendship is temporary. I know that now




















I gave you these roses, though now I'm left in the thorns.

Ever been so sad it morphs into pure happiness?

Hee. Beaner.

 

 

-So, I'm now 16  (it finaly hit me) 
-I have a compadre named Barbara
-A hero named Nessa
-An old puppy dog lover named Missi
-A FUCKING MULLET.  Yes.  I now how a mullet.. It likes to morph into a badass faux hawk when it can find glue.
-Hmm. I have some girl in Yakima I cant seem to get a grip on.
-I have a kid in New Jersey who I adore and spite all at once.
-I hate head games..
-I miss a lady named Jac
-I hate my hair

 

NO MORE LISTS.

 

 

 

ROCK THE FUCKING MULLET.

 

 

 

At least I'm kinda pretty thurr...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BEANER.