Sacha. Hayley.
Fifteen. Jonas is the sex.
Brendon Urie turns me on.
I can be such a poet at times.
DESIRES
A fucking Gibson SG Standard.
An exact replica of Nicholas Jerry Jonas. [I accept the actual person too.]
A voice like Demi Lovato's.
My ten cent coin I dropped in the drain.
Where did these boys go? I miss the times when they could go around without being mobbed by crazy fake fans. I miss the times when they could hang out with their fans in Pinkberry. I miss the times when fans could give them presents without having their security guard to take them away. I miss the times when they were actually normal guys and dressed up normally, when they were actually hyper and funny and didn't have their noses stuck up to the sky. Ah, oh wells, they're already famous like a lot of people say. I cried.