The Loneliest Little Singer

This summer has done nothing but rain. Still haven't been to the beach, but I love for vacation in about two days. I seriously can't wait. I always feel lonely but this summer has made me realize I only feel this way because I am. I keep having people asking me how the hell am I single. I don't know, but everytime I get asked it makes me happy to know I'm a catch. Later on it comes back to me and I think maybe there's something wrong with me.
I've lost touch with all my friends and it's tearing me apart. I think my skin is just growing thicker from all of this. It has made more independent than before, and that is really god damn independent.
I was never able to find a job so I just simply gave up. Fuck work and fuck money. I'm so sick of spoiled kids with jobs. I actually do need a job. Whatever.
I never had a summer love but I was hoping maybe this year would be different. Summer isn't completely over, but I might as well just punch myself in a face for dreaming of something good to happen for once.








So sick of everything, but I can't stop dreaming.

I'm not an operation, baby. I don't belong on your shelf, honey.

Everyone just takes what they can from me.
People steal anything they can.
Everyone's always trying to use my lyrics.
People want my money.
People want my body.
People want my heart.
Everyone wants my happiness to be gone.

I can't fucking take this anymore. I really can't fucking deal with it anymore. Everything I was born with and worked so hard to get has been taken by people I fucking hate. I have no heart because it's been crushed and torn apart by good liars with good looks. I have no brain because I don't know who to even trust anymore. And I can't even like what I see in the mirror cause I just get brought down. Fuck this. I fucking hate this place.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

This week, I will destroy everything that reminds me of my past.

I won't ever let myself think of you or look at you again. I'm done for good.

Let me count the ways.

Safety Zone

Nothing is better than my bed.

Dark Brown Hair and a Countdown

Everything is becoming too real.

In a matter of days I will never see you again. It's breaking my heart.

But..you have to go.

Golden Looks, Shallow Personality

"Destroy everything you touch."