It's like I've been awaken.

I've been listening to Michael Jackson and Beyonce like it's my fucking job.

Twitter rules my life.

I haven't had anything to write about lately.

I've been reading a lot of Pete Wentz' old entries. I forgot the kind of mood they put me in. and It's really addicting, but it's the worst mood ever. but at the same time, i love it!
no one gives a fuck about eyes that are always leaking,
besides youre just hushing headboards that are always creaking.
its become apparent that there may be noone thinking of you the way i do at this very moment.
were "out of the woods".
but i am in love with the tree i used to lie under.
eyes green with envy or brown and full of shit.
or somewhere in between.
i want this to be a remix of our nighttimes.

I'm not really sure what I can actually say publicly about my life lately.
There is a whole bunch going on.
Only about 5 people know about it. Including me. and that's crazy.

I've never been this scared in my life.
The outcome can go one of two ways.
Either way, I promise to stay happy.
Sometimes mistakes can be joyous.
This wasn't a mistake though.

I went up to 7/16.
Mood plugs. they don't show my correct mood though.
It's alright.

I've fallen in love with sleeping lately.
I think I might go lay down right now.
Maybe fall asleep until my mom gets home with my yogurt.
Or until I get a specific visitor...however, in that case I may be asleep for awhile.

I wonder if people actually read this.
Because if they don't I feel like I could say everything going on lately and it wouldn't matter.
But then again, I may have stalkers.