So my mom is crazy. Yes, crazy. I miss people, but my car doesn't work so its kinda hard to go see them...My real dad is coming down for Christmas, YAY! I hope I get a few of the things that I wanted, and I hope you do too... Merry Christmas...
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or moritified) about what people remember about you.
There's a loneliness that feeds the ache The yearning for something, for them They know that you suffer and they let you The ache fills them with a reason to be A reason to live for A reason to die...