and you'll believe in anything'>
Something about the way things crash and fall that makes it worse every time.
Is it because we're not trying hard enough? Or are we wasting our time.
Is it so wrong to want to hear it? To want to feel it?
I wonder if maybe we're so broken our pieces don't even fit into each others anymore.
This mosaic keeps shifting.
" You're so young you're so god damn young..."
This winter has sucked the life out of us.
Too tired to put up a fight,
we let it happen.
There are a dozen pills you could take.
-Computer says "Photobucket" isn't a word. It suggests Motorbiked, Fatback, Turbojet, Fightback, Fussbudget, Fatigued, Debarked, Debugged, and Feedback.
-As a result, I think I should write horoscopes.
-I had a fever last night. All night. I apologize to Jess for not calling. I was sleeping in my sickness.
-Apologize is an ugly word. I would like it better if it had two 'p's.... and was fuzzy.