Blog #2. Hello again. I'm starting to enjoy this app. Tonight is a little better than last night. I'm not too depressed.. but I've not been left alone all day. I think I'll be okay though. My mom and stepdad are watching The Amazing Spiderman with me right now. I'll be going to bed soon. Maybe. Today, my mommy finished my navy blue pinup dress! I also got my eyebrows done and I'm about to do my nails. I'm such a giiiirl! lol Buuuut, I must go. I'll write again tomorrow. Bye!

First Blog Ever.. So um.. hi.. This is my very first blog and I'm not really sure how to do this sorta thing.. I guess I'll just write how I feel.. Well... It's December 26th. 12:12 am. I can't sleep. I'm busy searching for a friend. I guess you could say I'm pretty alone... Yes, I'm happy for a good portion of my days.. But when it comes down to it.. In my alone time... I'm pretty pathetic. I have nobody now. My best friend has a new boyfriend, so she doesn't talk much.. Nobody else really knows I exist. :/ I don't mind it too much, though. At least I don't have many people to put on a show for.. I never realized how lonely a person can get.. This sucks. I spend most of my time talking to other people.. Trying to make them smile.. I wish I had someone to do that for me. Ever since I left my boyfriend a few months ago, I've been really depressed. Not because he's gone.. I'm glad he is.. I just get lonely. Urgh.. I feel like I'm repeating myself.. Whatever. Not like anybody will read this anyway.. I guess I'll go paint now.. Or sleep...... I'll figure it out.. And if someone is reading this.. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to pay this post some attention. Goodnight.

darling, i can't feel your heart through my razor's clutch. i've sliced it to pieces with just one touch. my apologies, dearest. i wish you the best in healing the lacerations from my caress. <3

i am dead. swaying in the cool breeze of the night. hanging by nothing but a thread. a web from my widow is all i have. my noose. i am alone. rotting in this cold, brittle shell of what i used to be. swaying in the breeze made by butterflies. they don't care. they may be beautiful on the outside, but their heart is black as coal. they made me do this. they made me want to die. i am suicide. i am not the only one. all we want is acceptance. all we want is wings. to fly away, not to sway in the breeze of the laughing beauties.