i wrote so many things and left them in antigonish ( Read more... )

his words. they're like a pitchfork, but the prongs have been elongated to stab me once in the brain, once in the heart and once in the vagina.

reading his blog wasn't the best idea in the world.
why do i have to miss him so much?

she's so unimportant and yet she cries for the state of the world ( Read more... )

Cross my heart and hope to lie ( Read more... )

it stings, it burns, i want it to go away ( Read more... )

miss me?
he probably doesn't even think of me...

i can't grasp the idea that you're gone ( Read more... )

i'm scared to say i miss you ( Read more... )

when the sun comes out from behind the clouds ( Read more... )

LOVE MAKES THE USUALLY-ALOOF:
paranoid they're being paranoid
obsess over being obsessive
think too much about thinking too much

help.