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.
Life is fucked up. Everything isn't going the way I want them to. Looks like the chance of a lifetime is slowly slipping away. Everytime I get my hopes up high, I just have to find out something to bring it all down. What's the use of living if life goes on like this? It's like there is no purpose anymore now is there? Can't people just understand that I want to quit? I want to get away, be care free for once.
I guess I just need to come back to reality. But now that I've gotten away from it, its almost impossible not to fantasise.