i think i should stop writing.

no one even reads this anymore.

booyah.

beat that.

Do Your Ears Hang Low

sometimes i wonder.
can i do it all?
am i anything special?
what do i have that the girl beside me doesn't?
i haven't had [much] lessons.
but i have the determination.
i have the drive.
if i want something bad enough, it can, and will happen.
people ask me, "what do you want to do?"
i am always honest, and always reply with, "well, i want to be a singer, actress, or an author"
then, they always shoot back with, [and it never fails] "no, what do you really want to do?"
could ya have a little bit of faith in me?
that's all i ask.
if i come out on the bottom, or even if i come out on top, is it any of your business?
not to be rude of course.
but as mama always says "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"
and i'm a firm believer in that.

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

he watched her as she slept. her chest rising up and down. she appeared so peaceful. he stroked her hair gently, keeping the soothing motion that had originally put her to sleep, going. she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. it was nights like this, he longed for, forever. when she entered his life, he forever changed. no more parties, no more drugs. she was what kept him going daily. now if he could only fall asleep himself. he laid there for a bit, listening to the death-defying silence of their bedroom. the only thing to be heard was the wind rustling the leaves outside their window. he glanced out, longingly. he wished he could be more like the wind. and with that, he surrendered to the force, letting his eyes close slowly, and entering the same dream-like aisle his beloved girlfriend was in.

Dear Beloved Blogger,

I am sorry about my neglectable behavior. Contrary to popular belief, I have not forgotten about you, I have simply been busy. Forgive me for this sinful behavior. From this moment on, I am going to make a valiant effort to update at least twice a week. Deal? I love you blogger.

Always & Forever,

Krista

It Was All A Dream...

wake up.

Let Me Hold You

Save the drama for yo mama.

Time Goes By

sometimes..i wonder if he loves me as much as i do him.

Getting Over You

I am seriously SO happy.
I have a constant smile on my face.
I am in a goofy mood.
You know what this means.

Autographs & Apologies

So.
I think I may have a crush.
This terrifies me.
Supposidly he's scared as well.
We have decided to scare the shit outta eachother.
I guess we'll see.

What If

What if nobody likes me
what if I don't succeed
What if I give it all that I've got
and I still don't got what they need
What if I don't get anywhere at all
Will I consider myself a failure
will I be that small

What if she doesn't like me
what if I'm not her type
What if all the girls that ever like me
Are not the kind of girls that I like
What if I meet the right one and screw it up
Will I consider myself a failure
will I give up

I'm gonna keep trying
getting denied just makes me want it more
I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before
I can't live my life always worried about what if
'Cause what if I die tomorrow
Then I never even lived

What if they don't like me
what if they think I'm a joke
What if they act nice to my face
But they hate me and I don't even know
What if they end up stabbing me in the back
Will I consider myself a failure or will I fight back

I'm gonna keep trying
getting denied just makes me want it more
I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before
I can't live my life always worried about what if
'Cause what if I die tomorrow
Then I never even lived

"The Music Or The Misery"

I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.

And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.

I'm casualty-obsessed and I've forgiven death,
I am indifferent, yet (I am a total wreck)
I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best.

And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition,
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.

(Go!)

I went to sleep a poet, and I woke up a fraud,
To calm your nerves I'm feeling for my clothes and the door.

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.

Lipstick Tourniquette

Liz always has the best quotes or advice, take a look:

Laugh when you can, apologize when you should, and let go of what you can't change. Kiss slowly, play hard, forgive quickly, take chances, give everything and have no regrets. Life is too short to be anything but happy.