trash talker
SIDEWAY SLIPPERS

I'll hide who I am. I'm barely legal yet I know things not really fit for my age. I'm a self-proclaimed know-it-all, I know things but it dawns on me once in a while that I don't know EVERYthing. I'm open minded and I can talk a lot about things, things that kids my age shouldn't talk about, serious things that take it's toll on my screwed up life. But after all, I'm a 17 year old, and that's still an excuse for talking like a love struck OMGZ!tweeny. Oh, and I have minor inferiority complex.

I'm a part time lover
and a full time friend, I could be
a monkey on your back.

one year early
I first made this blog to create the "musings of a barely legal 17 year old" hence the name ONE YEAR EARLY. I don't post here often, and one day I came across it and realized the last few posts were about my crappy love life. Yeah, shitloads of crap, I then thought, wow, I could be on to something. So instead of making this a sappy love blog, I just thought of making this an anonymous blog since nobody really reads it.

This shit is so PETE WENTZ.

credit
skin by heroine
{ Friday, August 8, 2008 }
{ crash. }

He will never be my knight in shining armor. He could never save me. He could never fight for me.

All has been proven.

I've been taken for granted, but I still want to hold on because of one reason, my stupidity for STILL loving him. I've gotten myself in trouble since day 1, I was right I could never go back.

I'm just a phase, he could live without me, I'm not his strength, I'm not that important for him, he's not afraid to loose me.

What am I waiting for?

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