My birthday's tomorrow.

How exciting!

Well, ya can't win 'em all can ya?

There once was a boy. He lived in a small cottage in a small village in a small country. Every day the little boy would run outside and run and jump and play without worry or warning. He smiled, and he laughed, carelessly. Sometimes he would jump over stone walls. Other times he would climb tree's that nearly touched the moon (He swore!) Then one ( Read more... )

I wish everyone could have a private journal.

Then it'd be like our own masquerade ball
we'd run around having our identities unknown to everyone.
so we would then show who we truely are.
and speak our own minds.
and people would love us for who we are.

not who we appear to be