Gotta love it.
Black nails.
Red spikes.
Midnight Hair.
A hawt shizit night.
Rocking out to secks.
And not forgetting him.
Everyone's copying me.
******** ya'll.
I love you.
Bitches.. Chris.
Chris doesn't know.
I'll never forget you in my arms.
My hearts beating weakly..
I'm not letting go.
Dear Diary;
My teen angst,
Has a body count