I decided to close this down. I refuse to actually delete this username and every content in it - I enjoy looking back at my stupidity and laugh at my worst mistakes and intentions.
It was a good 727 days (3 more days and that makes it 2 years) worth of heartbreak, lies, disappointment, happiness, laughs, smiles, tears... etc. If you've stayed with me through these 727 days, you'll know of all the biggest mistakes I've made. It helped me thicken my skin... become more aware of the consequences in every decision.
Comments and 'Eprops' don't really matter anymore. It did in the beginning but now it has no sense. No meaning. Write me off. Sell my words.
For my last entry:
Love? What about it? It fools everyone even myself. It appears as one thing then turns into another. My imangination is much worst. I miss my youthful innocence. Living like lifes going out of style. I believed every single lie people told me. I believed everything that appeared as real. I was over-the-border-line gullable. Who could've saved me from my own mistakes? It helped me grow up to separate fact from fiction. I'm crashing all my memories into a brick wall at a 100 mph. I wish to start new. I've given up blood. I've given up sweat. I've given up tears for my own well-being. People still annoy me when they can't let go of the past. Friends to this day tell me people are talking about me from past "self-dramatic situations." I've moved on from hearing all their senseless remarks. The jokes on you, you dug your own grave. This is me wishing you into the worst situations. My remorse falls on your deaf ear. I hope you choke on your words. I could careless for those that are going through what I went through. It makes you crave attention. It makes you want to change. Yet, people never look within them to actually start realizing reality and how it can dramatically surpass the depression stage. Everything happens for a reason right? If it does, why aren't there any answers to it? I'm sitting here vomitting my own swollowed words to the world. Let it make sense. Let it confuse you. Not enough or way too much? I'm mixing lyrics with my intelligence. As much as I hate to look at my past. The crystal ball never looked so clear. I wouldn't release it back into my life. It's sealed.
"One awkward silence and two hopes you cry yourself to sleep staying up, waiting by the phone"
I chopped off my hair. Starting new. Took off approx. 8 inches from my past.
 Other than that... Pete Wentz is still the guy of my dreams. I'm taping this pictures all over my room... Maybe I'll meet a guy a lot like him... until then... I'll still be dreaming.
Keep l i/o ving
Maxine
xoxo | 
