You are so mean,
In the nicest way.
Because you let me get my hopes up,
Every single day.
You are so mean,
In the nicest way.
Because you give me something to hold on to,
Then you burn it all away.
You are so mean,
In the nicest way.
Because how you speak to me,
Leads me to believe, "Someday."
You are so mean,
In the nicest way.
Because you're killing me,
And don't even realize it.

They say when one door closes,
Another opens.
This door is open in front of me,
And for the longest time I haven't figured out where it leads.
I've lingered inside of it,
And the room is dimly lit.
I can't tell what's inside.
I coap with it's uncertainty,
But I much prefer the one with bright lights.
Everything so clear and comfortable,
It felt like home.
Where am I now?

Because of your complaints about not being written about on my heroes (I bolded your name, by the way); I'M GIVING YOU YOUR OWN BLOG!

First off, I love you like my little sister; which you already know. You have never ever left my side, and you never will.
I remember when I was crying over Joel, and you came to my house with cupcakes and forced me to eat them and we watched The Labyrinth. Later on you talked to him and fixed everything for us and it made me so happy.
I also remember when Preston broke up with me, and I was so devastated. You came over as soon as possible so I could cry on your shoulder. Everyone would tell me I was over reacting, but they didn't understand. You did, you always have or have tried to. Spending almost everyday with you last summer helped me not be so lonely. I've always loved being with you and laughing at and with you.
You have always believed in me when I didn't believe in myself, and have always been encouraging.
We have so many good memories together. Like getting freaked out at Henry's grandpa's funeral, or running from the nazis, or when you fell flat on your ass at the football game.

You are so important to me and I'm blessed to have such a wonderful friend like you.
I'm always going to love and be there for you like you have for me.

Shy beginning
Hands fitting perfectly
Eyes interlocking
Predicting sentences
Understanding thoughts
Deeply connecting
Euphoric laughing
Unconditionally loving
Always caring
Strongly respecting
Sharing family
Sincerely smiling
Suddenly ending
Beginning, fitting, interlocking, predicting, understanding, connecting, laughing, loving, caring, respecting, sharing, smiling, ending
What happened?

You think you're the king
Of walking and talking
But your strut ain't so great
And your words are as full of meaning as an empty drum
Yeah, you think you're pretty hot
But you're so lukewarm it makes others gag
Do you honestly think anyone will really love you?
Well, only a fool would
Only a fool would love a liar
You are the king
The king of cowards, liars, and idiots
I hope you're proud when you look in the mirror
I hope you feel good when you lie to her
I hope you like the grave you're digging

By Chuck Palahniuk.

We help each other to survive.. but we also are destroying each other..

I hate how much I think bad things about people; even my own friends. I continually find myself picking at people's physical appearance that I think they should fix. I wish I could stop it, it makes me feel like such a horrible person. If I'm jealous of someone I pick and pick at their flaws to try and not be envious of them. I wish I didn't judge so much. I hate how much I get annoyed with people who share the same hobbies and passions as me. I hate how I say bad things about myself. I'm not as positive as I look, and I'm a hypocrite. Sometimes I'm really disgusted with myself.