I got a new phone ask me for my numberr. (:

I'm used to being a disappointment to many people, and a fuck up.

I have very few "true" friends but the ones I have I cherish with my life.

I don't fear the likes of being loved, I fear the word itself.

The power so meaningful and ever lasting is thrown around like a wedding ring when

a spouse finds out they've been cheated on.

Insecurity is heavy on me and I feel like I can hardly keep steady.

The word hate cringes at my vain as it seeps as far in as it can.

Thinking about the worst is negativity I can not thrust upon myself.

Being positive is nothing but a fake smile based upon a person's face.

Crying is merely a drip of water that sheds from our eyes as we try and find the right emotion.

Dishonesty is merely stretching the truth to the utmost limit.

Honesty is merely a choice words you use based upon actions you have brought against yourself.....

To tell you the truth, I'm the biggest heartbreak

you will ever meet.

Oh and by the way; I could care less what half of you flickr/myspace pathetic fucks think of me. Honestly say what you want; I have no intentions in impressing any of you.

Fuck offf.