|the mal content
||[Sep. 29th, 2007|12:02 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
|||||marlene dietrich-blonde women||]|
(is behind my eyes, always in my head, under my skin, which she makes crawl. get out of my life, beelzebub. I am made for love, and you make the world seem like such an unfriendly place.)
on a happier note I've discovered a new truth, for girls, must cry. always show there emotions, (even... no, especially when they make them turn into monsters). when I get rejected next time I'm going to cry my eyes right out of this scull. my make-up will run down my face sad clown-style. I'll slobber and blubber and beg, and I'll (naturally) drink myself purple, (and wee on myself?). Oh, happy happy day.