Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised

How apt. Anyhow i'm seriously incorrigable. I was on the phone just now complaining about my screwed up/confusing life, barely glancing at the Lit notes screaming at me to read it. I need to wake up and today will be the day muaha. My 4 ulcer's really being the worst bitch and i really really want the queen's couture superman hoodie + iPod classic 160gb + hot pink/navy blue skinnes from topshop + the newest sexiest prettiest iMac 2058$ + a life. I am so demanding please kill me amen bye
@ 1:20 AM