Liar Liar, pants on fire? Let's just leave it at Liar Liar, otherwise I'd try and make the fire bit true. It wouldn't just be your pants though. You fucked her up like you fucked me up, and it was so obvious. Today was like thee wake up call. When I get my license, my goal is to run you over with a borrowed Mack truck and let you bleed on a bush road to death just for the satisfaction of stomping on your grave.
Bonnie says boo.
The Anthropology of Ariana.
I'm not who you think I am because to be honest, you don't know who I am. How should you? I laugh when i'm not meant to, I cry when things get happy. I never know what to wear. I want it to be hot when it's cold, and cold when it's hot. I like being alone, yet when I am, I wish I wasn't. I realised not everything is worth dying for. Nothings what it seems and who you thought were, aren't. All I need is you, that's all I really know.