and I can't help but hold on to a handful of times when what was spoken was a revolution in itself, and what we were doing was the only thing that mattered, and how good it felt to kill the memory of nights spent holding your shirt for the smell. I heard you used to cry when you made love to her, but this band will play on because all we do is what we've always done, and on and on and on...
My name's Heather.
I'm young, restless, stupid, and loud.
I don't want to grow up.
I want to fall in love, again
I hate myspace talk, like, "I eat your face"
Or "iPod = lovelovelove."
you dont talk like that in person,
If you do, you're a douche.
I'm really friendly and sarcastic.
I laugh when something's really sad or mean.
Don't take me seriously.
If you want to add me,
and I don't know you, tell me before.
especially if your profile is private.
if you don't, you're denied.
i/m me boo
aim=Ri0tRiOtUpStArTx
