Omnomnom.

HEY, YOU. I LIKE YOU A LOT. (:

Eric-Eric. Not that Eric. Not the one you'd originally think of, the other one. Yeah, that one. Eric-Eric

I don't even know how I'm going to keep myself sane.

It's not me, buried wreckage my soul! It's not me, so who am I now?

Well now I'm just a whole bunch of confused.

I just became a little girl. Contemplating my chances with you to "You Belong With Me".

Educated a dumby on hardcore music. KICK ASS.

New York night lights burst into life, lighting your path, a splattered canvas of colors, leading you closer to me. Best buddies always.

While we see it- decaying in our presence, we do not falter in our steps toward destruction! This is not what we were meant to be!