for those who read my last entry which i made private. she called back and we kinda sorted someshit out she spent the night but there was no fucking happening so idk how things will go
What if each star in the sky was a tear from the moon? then one would think... why is the moon crying? does the moon miss the sun? what if the moon was God? would the tears be from our mistakes? or do i gaze to much apon the sky?
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.