Yet another tall, dark-haired, brown-eyed Irish-Italian man has entered my life.
Hopefully this one won't lead to disappointment.

can't stop it

I can't do much to change the world around me, but I can change me.
I hope it'll make a difference.

I'm fine.
I'm living just fine.

But it sure would be nice to have some one to hold me.

It gets easier everytime.
It shouldn't.

Everytime I think about it I want to do it again.
But at the same time, I don't want anyone to see it.

I'm so numb when I start.
The pain comes later.

I wish I could stop.
I don't want to stop.

mom: Who've you been talking to late at night? A friend from band ( Read more... )

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Everytime I'm reminded of Anthony, I still feel like dying a little.

Thurday he sent me a message that said "be mine?"
Very exciting.
Later he didn't call like he said he would.
Disappointing.
However, he is a guy and they do forget such things.
Yesterday he didn't talk to me much.
Today I haven't heard anything.
Very disappointing.
I'm so worried he'll end up being like the last one.

Yesterday. Amazing ( Read more... )