"Funny. Cause I wasn't talking about your 'blog'. I was talking about a green notebook with 'x' like tears through the last written pages."
Which, of course, was very egotistical and conceited. It was a journal for someone else about me. This starkly contrasts that red thing which is most comprised of: fear of not being good enough, getting angry at yourself, being extremely creepy and overwhelming with lines that all end in 'can't live without you', and the occasional subtle guilt-trip.
When I say 'contrast' I guess mean 'same' on the egotistical scale. Not that there is anything wrong with that, it means you're doing what I already did before right. I'd definitely try to tone down on the 'obsessive bitch' part of it all though. People are starting to notice.
"How many times can someone give you the same unique piece of art before you grow sick of it?"