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I made a total anonymous journal.
And you'll never find it. Muahaha.
I love these lyrics because they're so true.
And they always remind me of you.
30/11.
I still have one ticket.
Who's with me?
Pretty please? :a:
You're breaking down my walls and I don't like it.
And you don't like me preventing you from doing so.
oh, cliché, cliché.
I find it fucking amusing when my sister says things like
'I like you so much better when you're in your room all day.'
And then my little sister comes in and is like 'Yeah, I wish I had one sister.'
I'm supposed to care about that, but I just don't. I don't know why.
but oh my god, you're a handful
and oh my god these hands are so little
oh my god i'm a handful
and oh my god, your hands are so full of me.
-little little little - an horse
Today there were little annoying kids at the animal shelter. They could have come straight from an episode of 'the simple life'.
I had to learn them everything and tell them what to do.
Which was fun.. 'til I realized I had to clean up everywhere they went and check everything they did (because half of the time the cats had no food). And everytime they saw a cute kitty or a dog it was like 'omg! i want that kitty! how much does it cost?' And when they cleaned a cage, they were carrying the cats while they were walking around searching for god knows what. The cats were all in quarantine, to make sure they don't get diseases and shit. Good thing they washed their hands everytime they touched one.. not.
I really wished Dominique was there to yell at them and maybe even punch them in the face..
I take my heart out of my chest, I just don't need it anymore. I feel you in my bones.
I wish I had someone who I could tell everything, anything to. Someone who I can completely, blindly trust.
Everyone always is like 'you can tell anything to me', but I feel like I can't.
Not without feeling like they're going to tell it to someone else or they're going to think things of they'll never say.
A lot of things that happened are only in my head and the person/people that was/were with me, I guess.
It would just be pleasant to talk about it with someone instead of thinking about it alone.
Whatever, this is me thinking alone again.