My name is Emily. I do claim to have a "paper-heart" and I love to leave those simple adolesent "lip-stick lullabies" behind. If you don't understand me, you're about to. If you feel like you WANT to know me, well good for you. Myspace.com/msaceyoung & xxshamelesxx.buzznet.com. Talk to me, follow me, whatever, just don't make it perverted. :D
Thu Nov 13
Day Two; I’m Not Okay… So all day my annoying friend, Josh, has followed me around singing My Chemical Romances “I’m Not Okay (I Promise…)” and it got me thinking that I’m really NOT okay. That I assure you-I’m NOT. My heartaches whenever I hear something that I can relate too, both happily or depressingly. When I read William Beckett’s “Everything The Letter Should Have Said:” post, my heart cried out that I’m really not okay. This is how my heart sees me, I swear that this is what I see through my eyes. A drunken, druggie of a racoon. That’s me. I love this picture though. So fellow bleeding hearts, I have nothing left to say. But curse William Beckett.       I could never do that though, so goodnight for now.

Day Two; I’m Not Okay…

So all day my annoying friend, Josh, has followed me around singing My Chemical Romances “I’m Not Okay (I Promise…)” and it got me thinking that I’m really NOT okay. That I assure you-I’m NOT. My heartaches whenever I hear something that I can relate too, both happily or depressingly. When I read William Beckett’s “Everything The Letter Should Have Said:” post, my heart cried out that I’m really not okay. This is how my heart sees me, I swear that this is what I see through my eyes. A drunken, druggie of a racoon. That’s me. I love this picture though.

So fellow bleeding hearts, I have nothing left to say. But curse William Beckett.       I could never do that though, so goodnight for now.

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