Right well what the hell do you need to know. Here. v Girl. Fourteen. Likes The Killers. Got two guitars, pencil, paper, a few opinions and she. still. cares. so i write a lot of lyrics. (: And this journal is where they're all going. Aren't you lucky? You ain't even reading this. i have a journal. a little blue notebook, in my bag AT ALL TIMES. i would write lyrics in there but that's not really what it's for. i'd quite like people to read my lyrics. (YEAHH, even tho they suck, whatever, i know.) And NO ONE at all ever can read my journal. Except he did, quite possibly the worst entry he could have come across too. but that's his fault and tbh i don't really care now. (: BUT that's another story. Maybe another time. Nahh, you ain't even reading this, you wouldn't care. i like other people's lyrics too. why i joined this site maybe? carry on. (: [Listening to: Johnny Panic/The Rebel]