We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame.
Everyone is trying, everyone is trying.
Everyone deserves a place, it's such a shame, such a shame.
Anyways.
Here's my first deviant journal.
How snazzy.
It's two in the morning.
I think I'll go to bed soon.
Sleeping is fun.
Throw it away, forget yesterday, we'll make the great escape.
We won't hear a word they say, they don't know us anyway.
Watch it burn, let it die, cause we are finally free tonight.
I ordered some To Write Love On Her Arms stuff today.
I spent 40 bucks on it, but it's for a good cause.
Shipping was friggen expensive.
Sheesh.
Come one, come all to this