Well, it's late, and here I am, once again. I seem to always find myself sitting here late at night, with no one to talk to. I used to be able to sit up all night, talking with someone who cared. I miss that. I miss that a lot. I think about times past, and never know what to feel. I miss what I used to have, or at least though ti had. I mean, I
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Well might I just say that its very hard to realize that who you want to be in life is not who you have become, but there's always tomorrow. Yeah that sounds lame, but its true. Its very satisfying to realizing that one could re-invent themselves daily if they so choose. And isn't it sort of reassuring to know that no matter how bad things seem for us that there is always somebody worse off than we are?? --me
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