Dec 18, 2004 20:29
Yea, I want him back.
But I'm not going to give in this time. I'm not going to be weak.
Oh, who the fuck am I kidding, of course I am. I always am.
Addiction is weakness. And I'm addicted to you, babeh.
I saw him at the mall last night, and I wanted to cry and cry and cry.
Then have him tell me it was alright.
But he hasn't changed, he never will. How stupid am I to think he will.
..whatever.
It stopped snowing. Here's my Christmas list.
I want someone to look at me and say "I know the world is beautiful."
I want it to snow. And to be wrapped up in a dozen blankets. With the person I love....who loves me back.
I want to make snow angels, and take hundreds of pictures.
I want a new beginning. To put my effort into things, to start caring again.
I want someone to sing me Frank Sinatra.
I want to fall in love.
Santa baby. Won't you hurry down my chimney tonight?