I got you, oooooh. Baby I got you, oooooh. Until you’re used to my face and my mystery fades, I got you. So baby love me, before they all love me. Until you wont love me because they all left me. I’ll be different, I think I’ll be different. I hope I’m not different, and I hope you’ll still listen. But until then, baby I got you. I got you… Girl, I still got you. I got you. (Taken with instagram)

My bandeau was riding so high today, I’m surprised my parents didn’t see my tattoo. I love my boys Jon and Aaron. 💜❤ (Taken with instagram)

Taken with instagram

Goat House opening show: May 4, 2012

was too fucking sweet.

I’ve realized what I do wrong when things get tough for me; I run. I try escaping what’s going on by just leaving. Whether it’s something that actually involves me, or something between others, but it’s what I’ve known to do for the past three years. And I can’t change this. Maybe I actually can, but the feeling of just taking off to breathe for a while comforts me.

I swear I’m going crazy.

Me too.

to be happy without being in a relationship? I’ve never been dependent on someone else other than my family and friends for happiness, so when a guy comes into the mix, nothing changes. Sorry. I have no remorse for you.

If everything goes in my favor, I’ll be moving to the west side by May or June to live in my uncle’s sick ass house for only fifty bucks.