nye soon.

Currently Listening To: I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light // Brand New

'... we're quiet on the ride, we're all just waiting to get home...'

This year has amounted to nothing. I drifted away from anyone I wanted to keep near. I didn't get my tattoo (although that WILL happen early next year). I'm losing a friend to another country. I'm missing the one person I ALWAYS want to talk to.

I hate everyone mostly. I don't have my license to get away from here every so often.

I create awkward moments and leave them nowadays, not enjoying them as much as I used to.

Not enjoying ANYTHING as much as I used to. My life, currently, at the end of this year... well it is lackluster.

So Merry New Year's Eve. If you want more of my 'cheery' mood, I'll be working...

Collect calls to home to tell them that I realise that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone.

- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'

wish i had a random ladder in my room.

Currently Listening To: iPod on shuffle.

Because some nights, you just want to sit in your room, with all your windows open so it's cold, wearing a thin shirt so you feel the breeze. Some nights you just want to sit on your bed, drawing new images for your walls.

Tonight is one of those nights.

- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'

i just wanna believe in us.

Currently Listening To: Okay, I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't // Brand New.

I am heaven sent. Don't you dare forget. I am all you've ever wanted, what all the other boys all promised. Sorry I told, I just needed you to know. I think in decimals and dollars. I am the cause to all your problems. Shelter from cold. We are never alone. Coordinate brain and mouth, then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out. I wish I knew. I hope this song starts a craze, the kind of song that ignites the airwaves. The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are with whoever they're there with. This is war. Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore. I hope you come down with something they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for. Holding onto your grudge. Oh, it's so hard to have someone to love. And keeping quiet is hard because you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start. At least pretend you didn't want to get caught.

We're concentrated on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fights. I just want to believe, I just want to believe in us. Oh, we're so c-c-c-c-c-controversial. We are, I am, entirely smooth. We admit to the truth: we are, I am, the best at what we do. And these are the words you wish you wrote down; this is the way you wish your voice sounds: Handsome and smart. Oh, my tongue's the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart. And it's all from watching TV and from speeding up my breathing. Wouldn't stop if I could. Oh, it hurts to be this good. You're holding onto your grudge. Oh, it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love. Oh, so let it go.

We're concentrated on falling apart. We were contenders, now throwing the fights. I just want to believe, I just want to believe in us. This is the grace only we can bestow. This is the price you pay for a loss of control. This is the break in the bend. This is the closest of calls. This is the reason you're alone. This is the rise and the fall.

This song basically sums up how I feel right now.

- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'