July, July, July! - It never seemed so strange.

[brokelikeglass]

So just about three years ago I bought a pair of converse and ever since then I've kept it hidden in my room and whenever I got something that meant something to me I'd put it in there... concert tickets, movie tickets, something stupid some boy bought me, the letters sent to me from people that showed they finally gave a damn... anything. Today I went shopping with my mom since I have nothing to wear for summer and saw in the window of the shoe dept a bunch of crazy converse and decided to go in to get a pair since mine are... death in shoe form. I mean, I love them, they're my absolute favorite shoes and I'll never throw them away even though they won't even hang on to my feet any more. My old, dirty, black checkered converse. Of course, I pick the only other uninteresting color, navy blue. I just got home and remembered that box and decided to start a new. None of this means anything any more. Most of it is all from people I can't stand to even go through my head. The people who make me sick.

I have great friends and I want this to be with them. I want this box to not be things I have to keep hidden from everybody. I don't want to have anything to hide.