sometimes she didn't want sweet. she wanted tough, or dangerous, or just plain
bad. she knew this was messed up. she was trying not to want that anymore,
because she almost always got what she wanted. except when it came to love.



We improve our looks,
not our minds,
because we know guys
are stupid not blind



We're the kind of friends
that kill each other
for a handful of Doritos, chocolate chip cookies,
or grapes, & in the end we don't say sorry,
we say, "Haha, too bad!"



If it really didn't matter, I wouldn't be
spending so much time thinking about it.



you always deserve to be
the most important person
in somebody's life.



I don't have an ounce of good left in me now
That's why I walked out