pretty little liar

She lied, because that's all she knew how to do.

She hated being alone. The feeling of being the only one in the world was suffocating. It crept up on you, with the intentions of murdering.
She didn't want to be killed. That wasn't part of the plan. Her plan involved living, living life to the fullest.

That plan didn't work out so well. Not ever since he left her life, screaming obscenities that resounded in the girl's mind for hours and hours.
No, that plan fell through from the start. What did she expect? She wasn't seven, for God's sake.

There were no princes, no horses, no rides to the hypothetical sunset. Fairy tales were myths. They were for little girls who couldn't fall asleep, and their parents didn't know how to lull them to unconsciousness.

Princesses didn't exist, either. If they did exist, she would've most likely been a princess.
Not the typical princess, per say, but the princess that dies in as a sacrifice to her true love. She would die in a over the top fashion, she would die to save her prince's lover.

Oh, the sheer stupidity of that hurt. It hurt her analytical mind, her shattered heart, and her weary body. It wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair.

But nothing was fair in this life.

That was a lesson she was finally starting to learn.

there, there katie

Did I mention my undying love for Jack's Mannequin? No?
Well, I love Andrew and Bobby and Jay and Jon. I love them very much.
You know something I don't love? Stephenie Meyer. What the heck is she doing directing Jack's Mannequin videos? It's not fair for Andrew. He's much too epic to be in the presence of Meyer.
A moment of silence for the epicness that used to be the song 'The Resolution'.
*five minutes later*
Anyways, um. I think Great Expectations needs more annotations. I hate it though, I hate going from page to page writing little things so that Randall won't murder me.
...tsk, I have to go do that.
Do any of you own pins that you don't want? I'm decorating my backpack with pins and stuff...so yeah~ ^^
-Angie

you and me could write a bad romance

Miss Lady Gaga, I think you should go see your high school English teacher. It's 'you and I could write a bad romance'.
Anyways, hi. I just went shopping. I love shopping. It was very fun. I have the most epic ankle boots ever. ^^
...I should go do some more annotations on Great Expectations...ugh. School starts on Monday. D: TRAGEDY, I TELL YOU!
I have no idea what I want to wear. I have so much pretty stuff now...um. Hmm. I'll have to think of something soon, because I don't want to stress whatsoever on Monday.
Anyways, here's an update:
I'm currently editing Chaos and Conflict, yay! I'm actually doing work on that, lol.
I'm also trying to nurse my fanfiction crisis. I got a bad review and I'm trying not to think too hard about it. *sobs*
Here it is. Read it and tell me if it's that bad. *crawls back into corner of doom*

I only clicked on this story because that song is one of my all time
favorites. That song is also the opening song to my story "The Legend of the
Sky Cat." :D I didn't even know the characters. It was a very good idea, and I
did like the story, but here comes the part you won't like.

Unfortunately, I must critique. There were plenty of spelling and a few
grammar errors, and a lot more detail could have been put in. It just felt
very fast paced, or maybe I read it in record time...

Anyways, I hope my criticism helps you. I know it's not much, but good luck
with your future stories!

-Angie

EDIT: Um, so Blue October has a concert in San Fran this weekend. I want to go really badly. I love Blue October. WHY MUST THEY BE IN SAN FRANCISCO?! *sobs*