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.
Sometimes I wonder whether you're just using me. As though my life isn't already fucked up, you come into it and make everything even worse. Here I am being heck nice to you but you just fuck it all upside down. News flash, you've changed. Changed for the worse may I add. I actually remember the times when you were actually my friend. But now, it's as though I'm your fucking slave. You expect me to take every god damn order from you while you just sit on your throne acting like you rule the world. I don't know what you want for your future but you heck won't see me in it.
I give up. I give up your games. I give up your fun. I give up your slavery. I fucking give you up.
I think it's about time you get a life which does not involve your fantasies. I'm yours no more.