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and it's hard to hold a candle |
Sunday, Jun. 29, 2003 - 8:01 pm missing bp prestently listening to:high fidelity intentions to: cry till some comes over to rescue me (MY car is in the shop) soberity level: its been less than one week. less than seven days and i feel like my sole is being bled,drained. help me. i miss him soo much. 20 more days. i know i'm sounding like a baby...but i miss him (as typed though tear filled eyes) i e-mail ian. what the fuck did i do that for? in the shutter of having no one here, in the remembrance of being loved...once. it was a bad BAD idea. i don't even want to hear from him. i'm stoopid. i'm lonely. |
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in the cold November rain |