My best friend's name is Alissa (www.daringtodreamm.tumblr.com), and we have a youtube channel together--www.youtube.com/user/alissaandlyz. We're just trying to make it, and we need all the help we can get. Please watch our videos, rate them, and subscribe to us--you can like us on facebook too (Alissa & Lyz), and add us on twitter. :)
I'm in love with Taylor Alison Swift. She's my role model. I discovered her in the car on the way to the Museum of Natural History when I was 8 or 9, and I've been hooked ever since. She has helped me through the toughest times in my entire life, and I love her from the bottom of my heart. Taylor, if you ever read this, thank you for being a part of my life. <3
so we’ve been friends for..how long? close to six years. you were my BEST. FUCKING. FRIEND. through thick and thin, and I stood by your side through all of the bullshit ANYBODY put you through and I was the one who introduced you to every single thing that you hold dear right now. and you literally have the fucking NERVE to stand here and call me your best friend while every single fucking person on the planet knows that that is no longer true. you don’t talk to me. you don’t tell me anything. I don’t know anything about you anymore and quite frankly, I’m afraid to ask, because I know that you’ll ignore me and say you “didn’t have your phone,” while you’re texting her from good morning to fucking good night. I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AND YOU TREAT ME LIKE ABSOLUTE. FUCKING. GARBAGE. and I WISH I was strong enough to just walk away because of how much this is hurting me but I don’t. and you wanna know why? because I have this tiny little shimmer of hope in the back of my mind that one day you’ll give me a chance again and stop being so fucking obsessed with her. she doesn’t love you like I love you. neither does your guitar, neither does Nina, neither does anything, or anyone. it’s just fucking me. no one knows you like I do. I see straight through all of your bullshit and you know what, I plaster this dumb fucking smile on my face every time I see you so that you won’t leave me for good. I don’t even think you wanna sing anymore. I just really hope you realize one day that every single thing you do builds up on top of each other, and they create holes, and gaps, and confusion, and scars. remember that.