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Rihanna - Disturbia "It's a thief in the night To come and grab you It can creep up inside you And consume you A disease of the mind It can control you It's too close for comfort" + + + Ahhh... I love this song. XP And now that we got Just Dance 4 back, I know the dance, and can move along to it, as I listen. ;)

*explodes from too much flawlessess* Hey there Mackenzie, What's it like in your city? I'm a couple hundred miles away But girl, tonight you look so  pretty  FLAWLESS Yes you do Times Square can't shine as bright as you I swear it's true Hey there Mackenzie Don't you worry about the distance (problems) I'm right there if you get lonely Give this song another listen Close your eyes Read my words, it's my disguise I'm by your side Oh it's what you do to me Oh it's what you do to me You're my HG Buddy Oh it's what you do to me What you do to me Hey there Mackenzie I know times are getting hard But just believe me, girl Someday I'll pay the bills with some blog designs We'll have it good We'll have the life we knew we would My word is good Hey there Mackenzie I've got so much left to say If every simple song I parodied for you Would take your breath ...

I cut to feel the pain. / I hurt to watch you wither. I'm mad because of the bad things. / You did nothing to make it better. You make me want to stop breathing. / You're causing too much pain. You anger me. / You madden me. / You cause me to scream out.  But I don't hate you. * * * Phew. Sorry about that. I needed to get that out. Mhm. So lately everything has been kinda icky and tense. BUT , I have some good news! Alright, which one of you can guess? Anyone? No one? Okay, I'll just tell you. I HAVE ONE HUNDRED (and one) FOLLOWERS! *throws confetti around and wiggle-dances under the moonlight* Hehehe, okay, okay. I'll stop. But seriously, thank you guys SO much. I've finally completed one of my goals and I could never be more proud. (Of you, my readers.) I kinda thought it would take forever, yah know? Because, like, who'd wanna follow my blog? I'm an insecure rambler. O-O *cough* Anyway. Thank you ...

via I cannot tolerate it when someone sits on my bed.    I can't sleep with my socks on--no matter how cold it is. I hate it when I'm concentrating on my task, rather than listening to and enjoying the music that's being blasted in my ears.    Dog hair. Tiny, itty bitty devils they are. I hate it when someone is better than me and they know it.    I hate how long it takes to learn things. About 90% of it is pointless. I really, really don't like it when a certain somebody calls them-self ugly or fat or a "flaw-mess" I seriously cannot coincide with such talk.    I don't like it when people talk about me as if I'm not in the room. I'm here. Acknowledge me. I hate feeling bad about myself yet I find the cruel pain satisfying.    I hate how I can smile on the outside but on the inside I'm falling apart. I hate how in one minutes the world is crashing down on me, the seas of my own tears drowning me...    ...

If you would have walked up to me two years ago and said my best friend was going to be a flawless ginger who obsesses over books and the arms of beautiful boys, I wouldn't have believed you. ( Because come on, who would say such a thing? ) But if you told me that now...I'd probably block you out so I could focus on texting mah baby. Because this amazing soul who has the privilege to listen to me complain, and whine, and explode everyday, is my best(est) friend. Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to mah dearest, most flawless HG Buddy, Mackenzie . ( and Molly ) ^^ Yeah, um, Kenz, remember when you sent me that photo and you told me not to save it? Well uh... I kinda saved it. >.< ^^ And just for the fun of it here's a photo of us together. (plz ignore mah...face) *sniffles* I miss you. <3 Now, today is a very special day, for Mackenzie and I. You see, it's our Friendship Anniversary (*squeals*) and I am just--SO FLIP...

      [ thank you pinterest, for these lovely photos. <3 ] It all started when I wanted to create a character for a story my " creativity sparker " and I are writing--oh jeez, I just remembered. I need to get started on that. >.< *cough* Anyways, like I was saying, it all started when I wanted to create a unique character for our story. And for some wacky reason, the first thing that popped into my quirky little head was: electric blue hair . So, I scoure d  we ♥ it  -- which didn't help. Like, at all. \(-_-)/ --and when that didn't work, I scoured Pinterest. For many hours . ...okay, okay. More like a half an hour. But you get my point. At first, I was just looking for an idea, on how to describe the hair. And now, I have a whole Pinterest board not only dedicated to electric blue hair, but to all hair colors a human being could ever encounter... So...yes. Colored hair, my latest obsession. :} What's your latest ob...

"Just like me and her." I comment, turning back toward our conversation. My friend laughs and shakes her head, bending down to retrieve something from her large bag. "Yeah, we're like this." I cross my fingers, signaling our sarcastic closeness. "She hates you, you know." My other friend pipes up, adjusting her dance bag on her shoulder and glancing down at her phone. I giggle quietly, "Really?" "Yeah. She doesn't say it much, but she does." I laugh this time. Not caring that my laughter is louder than it should be on this quiet, tired evening. "I like you as a person and I like her. But I just don't get it. What's up with you guys?" She continues, studying my face, looking over my shoulder at the other girl who just laughs again, still shaking her head. This time I feign a sigh, and shake my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. "I don't know." *** Apparently, I am hated. ...