Actually dying in a nuthouse wouldn't be so bad. Why do they give me the shit song though

You treat love with confusion. Every time you see
them you don't love them. But every time you
don't see them you can't stand not seeing them.
But sometimes... if your loved one gets your
timeing right... you might just lose the
confusion. Well good luck with dat! Hair Color: BLond Eye Color: green Death: You will die in the nut house (just
joking) you will die in your sleep. Song:Because of you by: Kelly Clarkson element:water

How do you treat love? ~*anime*~
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Cheers - I'm really making myself feel bad today

You are a dork! you will never have to worry about
relationships, because you'll never be in one.
That is unless you find someone who is dorkier
than you, or maybe just as dorky as you. Try
closing your mouth once in a while, saliva
isn't there just so it can slowly move down
your chin! Although I do have a friend who
gets plenty of action just staring and
drooling..::cough cough::...brittany::cough::

How are you in relationships?
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Underground Star

I never thought I'd see a picture of you on a website selling clothes. You must be really fashionable now. I'm wasting away waiting for another chance to get away and then I see this. My mood was considerably brighter until I saw this until I saw you. I don't know how you can get away with this. I don't even know how I got myself sucked into this yet again. Would've made life easier if I hadn't known at all. If it isn't you then how many doppelgangers do you have in this world? Don't answer because I know I'll never see you and I know I'll never hear what I want to hear and I know I'll never get it.

Oh you're so fashionable you're an underground star just like that time you crashed the car. Your injuries were everything a boy could dream of. I'm frightened and I'm scared and you won't take me home because I'm too crazy and I see now that you make me feel like a 6 year old child. Loving me would be just too wrong. You'd feel like a criminal just thinking of a switchblade romance.

You underground star we never made love with each others scars and while I fade to grey you are out making your name and playing the game while I sit here in shame of a wasted life that I live. If the curtain calls on your career either way I'll laugh at the televised funeral of you on TV. How can you still haunt me when I try to live a new life? I want answers I know I'll never get