And, you can't even begin to change me. I left a lot behind the other day, the other way.

May 28, 2006 14:40

Now that my father is out of town, time is flying. *Sigh* When you want it, it goes away too fast. When you hate it, it always seems to last. Isn't that the truth? Oh, and I miss you. Despite the fact that I promised myself I wouldn't, I do.
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