I love the way you intoxicate me with tears and surface me with weakness.

I have two days left.

That's all I have to say. Two days.

I don't want to go to prom.

Going to prom...symbolizes the end of a year,the end of our time together, for now atleast. Prom is like our relationship. We spend all our time basking in play and preparing for the end. Then it's prom night. Four hours later, its over. I wish I could spend my entire life preparing for prom.

She didn't let me go because I "didn't finish my book". Honestly, who ARE you? THIS, is precisely why I don't tell you things. Because of my one day's good nature, I cannot live my last weekend in West Bloomfield. Because one day, I was in a good mood, and because one day I decided to start a conversation with you, because I actually told you about ( Read more... )

I'm sorry for hanging up on you.

:(

My dad thinks I'm a smoker. He thinks my friends are smokers. What kind of allegation is that? I thought of all people, YOU would know better of me. I am disappointed. So. Very. Disappointed ( Read more... )

HA! You SO posted, expecting me to post back...Well you're, YOU'RE...

*meekly* right.

If there is someone on your friends list you would like to hold, undress, lie down, kiss them from head to toe, then make slow, passionate love to until sunset and fall asleep with them in your arms, then wake up and go get breakfast, post this in your journal.

This, my friends, is taken from Mr. Luh ( Read more... )

...a sudden surge of love and tears...

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