Life is pretty damn easy when everyone's living but you.

Pretty damn simple to sum me up in two words, "pretty. odd.".

Hell yes to fanfics, fuck no to labels.

I'll be nice, but i'm a whore to you if your a whore to me.

Sadly, theres only a few people i can even place in my heart. I'm scared I'll hurt you, and I'm not to open.

There's the best friend, and there's the boyfriend; both fantastic people. Both are also people I'm dead afraid of hurting.

I'll show you my scars if you show me yours.

I meet people over the internet and they become my best friends. Strange how the world works, isn't it?

I'm not into your scene so don't bother with the title. I have a name, you know, thats why my parents signed my birth certificate with it. Use it sometime?

I'm hell good at turning you against me, watch me go.

I want to better myself, there's so much I need to do before I die and i want to get it out the way now.

Las vegas is a big possibility for the future, away from everyone who cares. thats how I roll.

I'll push you away and then reel you back in. Go with the flow bruh'.

Half the time I'll think before I speak, but the other half I just say, you might like it, or you might not, but thats me.

Bass and drums to me are like a barbie doll to a five year old girl.

I adore concerts, not so big on the whole 'gig' thing.

I'll smile for you and laugh, but how would you know and why would you bother to care if I was dying inside? Not saying I am though.

People are all about image, and you just have to learn to accept it. Society's fucked.

I'll take of my make-up when you take of yours.

Let's deal with this in a matter of matureness & humourless attitude.

Bella is the best friend. The true friend. Not a fucker, a fighter. I love her. Fuck off bitches, she's my bestie.

I could sit here all day and pretend I'm someone that I'm not. I wont do that. I'm not that person. I'm all for hairspray and caked on make-up, but really what does that get you in life?

Panic At The Disco are the workings of my mind. Without those boys, I am nothing. Just a broken person with no heart.

Don't tell me I'm smart, talented or witty. I probably will tell you I'm not anyway.

This is where I write how I feel and what I'm doing. I'm not fussed if it get's me famous, although it will not.

I have little obsessions. They can vary from time to time, mood to mood. I have a huge obsession. Crush, if you will. Sit back in your chairs and call me a teenie all you want but I don't care. I love Ryan Ross. He is my everything and I would be nothing without him. Now unlike alot of people out there, I don't just like him for his dashing looks, infact I couldldn't care less if he was unattractive but it's simply his talent. His smile, his laugh.

Lastly, the beloved boyfriend. He's the best, though he doesn't know it. He's the only one that hugs me, tells me he loves me and means it.

music., friends., panic at the disco.

PANIC [no more exclamation mark] AT THE DISCO, FALL OUT BOY & COBRA STARSHIP!