ive got to stop dreaming through your eyes

still, i cant believe how many emo-porn websites there are out there!

(when were together) were prefectly lonely

we love haters and hate lovers
we could swear we fell in love with at least a hundred different people in our paltry twentytwo years of life (that felt more like twentytwo years of a wasteofdeath).
you hate to love me. id like to hate you.

time to get a little emo (i might use a little help)

too bad that whatever i have to say lately just doesnt come out the way i want it.
at least we still both know a few other ways to communicate.

only, do we... really?

we used to be the (after)life of the party. look at us, now.

an emotion is a response that is unarguably true from the perspective of the person experiencing the motion, regardless of the belief of others. a feeling, on the other hand, is true from the perspective of the person experiencing the emotion, but not necessarily from the perspective of others. a single feeling often has multiple emotions associated with it.
i have no idea what all of this is about. the only and last thing i remember is me and you, making love under the hollywood sign.

back when all we had were dreams of california

i remember when we had the time to complain about summer nights alone and fireflies were the only things we owned

i can commit to change if you can promise to stay the same

you walked in as my time with her was running out.
a remix of predictables inside jokes, clichès and lyrics unknown (to the most).
back when we did not have a clue about what real life was about, thats when we knew better.
we started out as a joke, but who was i kidding? why everything thats supposed to bad make me feel so good?

pretending to care when i dont VS pretending not to care when i do

and after all, do you even care if i do care?