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.
I want to just dig a hole up, jump in it and burry myself alive with the help of my little dwarfs which I secretly hide in my washing machine. How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace? You're the only one who really knew me at all. Take a look at me now, there's just an empty space. And you coming back to me is against all odds, and that's what I've got to face.