| It's The End Of The World As I Know It |
[17 Feb 2003|07:59pm] |
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mood |
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undescribable pain |
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music |
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Last Resort: Papa Roach |
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" But to cry front of you,
That's the worst thing,
I could do."
No. Those words will stand out in my brain forever. No, " Jake, I love you." " NO." Why no? How no?
God damnit YES!! Jacob Christopher Underwood I love you, and I'm sorry, but YES!! Yes I do love you and nothing can change that.
It was perfect. He and Mike wrote a song today. You should of see his face *laughs* *mocks Jake* Are you really THE Michael Jackson? You're THE Michael Jackson. Then we went out. Me, J, and Jus. He looked so good. The dreads in a ponytail. That blue monster truck shirt he jacked from Angel. The baggy dark jeans. I love the way the dark blue looks on him. His chain he always has to have. The sparkle in his eye. He looked so fucking happy. I trul believed he was. Then I fucked it all up.
" Jake I love you." " NO"
*shakes head* My world just crashed and burned. Now what do I do?
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