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yadira
i love alex evans and a hater like me make him famous if you like to talk gto me some other time her is my mail it is la_yadiracool@hotmail.com

i know. he is so awsum. lol. kewl thanx.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

   

 

 

   

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boys have 2 faults: Everything they say and Everything they do

 

 

 

Men hate to cry,
they rarely ever do.
But, when a man cries over you,
you know he loves you.
Because men only cry
when they lost something
or are afraid of losing something
that they love as much
or more than themselves.

 

 

I really want to call you
but I know that it’s not right;
I probably shouldn’t tell you
but I dreamt of you last night.

 

 

We have this chemistry,
it may involve a little anatomy,
but in the end it’s just a little algebra
you + me = history.

For me, it’s just better to not want anything.
that way if it doesn’t happen, or it goes away,
then it doesn’t really matter.

 

 

I’m mad at myself, not you.
I’m mad for always being nice.
I’m mad for always apologizing
for things I didn’t do.
I’m mad for getting attached.
I’m mad for depending on you
and wasting my time on you.
I’m mad for thinking about you,
and most of all for not hating you
when I should.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

only a vampire can love you forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you love me let me know,

If not,

Please gently let me go.

 

     

 

 the most painful goodbyes are….

                                              the ones never said…. the ones never explained….

                                          and the ones you never meant to say in the first place.

 

        

 

and as he walks away …she sceams,”all i really wanted was a piece of you!!!just a little piece! why cant you give me that!!”

 

           

 

if i died tonight, would you notice?

 

                

 

 and every night she lies in her bed, crying her heart out for the days she’ll never get back…

 

       

 

and eventually one day you’ll learn that you cant trust anyone…not even yourself…

 

 

 you dont even know who i am! you dont even know yourself….

 

 

 

 I hate myself….i hate myself for wanting you badly enough to lie to myself…..

 

 

 you’ll never find the right person if you dont let go of the wrong one…..

 

 

you and your Fake eyes….and your Stupid lies….

                                                                              need to GET LOST…..

 

 

you said you still wanted to be friends…so you…started messing around with my best friends, played around with my emotions, you mocked me and made fun of me, snobbed me in the hallways in front of your friends, and you treated me like i didnt matter…you treated me like fuck….yeah…you’re one hell of a Great friend…..

 

 

here she goes again…she swallows her tears, puts her heart on her sleeve, and acts like the girl everyone wants her to be….. 

 

 

 

 

 He was 17…..She was 14….

 He was a reckless and wild fool…she was a naive and broken hearted child…

          He drove around, smoked, and drank….she stayed home, read, and wrote….

                          He was allowed on dates…she was said to be too young….

He wanted more, …..so she begged and pleaded to go to his house after school many days of the week….

               His parents were never home, but she always told hers that they were……

He showed her a love she had never known, and she gave him everything she ever had…..

Her parents found out about the things  she should have never done….they refused to let her see him, they took away all her

                         things, took away their trust in her, separated her from her friends……made her cry ever night….

But he said that he would always be there with her, trying to fight and make it through….he said he would always love her…..

                                                                 and  she believed him….

                                                    It’s been four months since those days…..

                                          and her parents still dont believe in her or trust her…..

                           she hides in a corner everyday listening to her ipod to drown out the world…

                                                  she’s falllen away from all of her friends….

                                                   she cries herself to sleep every night….

                                                                      and all because….

                                                                He left two months ago…..

 

i wasnt expecting this…..it wasnt suppose to end like this…you werent suppose to leave….and im not suppose to be missing you

but

i should have expected this….it did end like this….you did leave….and i am missing you…

 

      

 

and im standing on the edge of this bridge..looking at the deep water below…thinking about how…i wasnt good enough for you…and how i dont want to ever have to see you again…and i jump….

 

 

and these tears i cry, darling,….they’re all for you….

 

 

And i cant be just Friends with you, Boy…because i will always want something more….

 

 

 and i still dream of you…and i still wish for you…and i still hope for you

and Boy, i still love you…but in my right state of mind…. i still HATE you…

 

   

 

 

 

i heard our song and got lost in an old memory that is now old                                                                                             

history…i was so innocent and shy and the night seemed to float right on by

as you took my hand and as you showed me where, when, and how 

to breathe and stand all over again…    

 

   

 

 

 

its easy to believe someone when they’re telling you exactly wat you wanna hear….

 

   

 

 

and people ask me what happened…how come me and you fell apart…and to be perfectly honest…i reallly dont know…

 

 

 

you should have seen it coming…you cant say you couldnt see her dying a little bit more everyday…you cant say you couldnt see it in her eyes…they were lost…she was lost..how could you not see?didnt you notice the way she walked…the unsureness…the insecurity…didnt you ever notice how she blocked out the whole world by turning up her ipod and closing her eyes? what bout her smile? couldnt you tell it was fake? she told you! how did you never see it? she gave every sign of it…but she’s gone now…its too late…and she’s never coming back….

 

 

 

Behind every untrusting girl is a boy who made her that way….

 

And She Wonders how her life went sooo Wrong……                                                                                             why its a broken song……      Behind every untrusting girl is a boy who made her that way….                                  i’ll bet you’ll never remember what i’ll never forget              What happened to my life? How did i get here?                Where’s my happy ending ?   i’m just going to lie back and pretend like none of this ever happened…

 

“I messed up..” he said

“i know..”she replied,” but it’s too late….”

 

 

 

and she feels she needs a sign on her heart that says “closed for repair”

 

 

you say you care, but boy you CANT care…you’ve

                                                                   let me destroy myself for too long now to actually care…

 

 

 

those pics r awesome!!!

From Alison on ALEX EVANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanx! I absolutely love him!