look how they shine for you.
i love coldplay.
the concert was amazing. chris martin is sextacular. he is a sex god. he is oozing with undeniable sex.
and i love him.
girls laughing. clapping. singing. crying. dancing. playing " 1.2.3.. dance, stranger!" losing the slaps game. driving home under the blanket listening to more coldplay. watching people fall down the hill when we were stuck in traffic in the parking lot. singing loud and out of key to old school tbs with ashley and hannah on the way home. perfection.
my lover will sing yellow to me sofly in bed everynight.
mmmm sex.
so anyway.
this is not worth it, he is not worth it. except i have this undoubtable feeling that you think he is. awesome. im glad that nice people finish last. if the tables were turned you would be pissed. except i wouldnt do that. sneaky bitch.
look at me getting mad when i dont even know yet.
there's always boy number 2. but that might cause even more trouble.
screw it. i hate boys.
i cant wait for friday. and laying out. mmm it will be so nice to feel sun on my face again.
see these two here, they are my backbone.
it's good to be missed.
lovvvvvvvveeeeee youuuuuuuuu.