Its been too long...or perhaps it just hasnt been long enough.

How great it is to be loved by you

Happy Birthday my dear Trent

Thank you Carrie...Your kind words mean so much to me.

As it poured into focus I was rather amazed at what was displayed before me. When asked to describe the mood of the painting I could see nothing else but love.

I miss you

Gunner
Jayne
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I'm lost without you

They were waiting for boys to fall into their trap and acting surprised when they did. Closing their eyes and crossing their fingers hoping for their pagers to vibrate with life. Clenching them so tightly with their desperate fingers.

My throat burns.
A New York minute, eh?

Whenever I start to cry, I open my journal. Thinking that somehow things will start to make sense if I write them down. I cant stop listening to this song, and thinking of being in his room with his hand on my face, holding my body near his.

My heart feels heavy. Filling my body with a rich cloud of rusty smoke.

"Ive gone and fucked things up again...why must I feel this way"