Memoir

Mar 20, 2004 20:55

i had forgotten about the times we held eachothers hands under the table during Philosophy class...and after all this time i still have tears to cry. God I Miss You, BUT God I Hate Can't Deal with You.
Guess the truck thats meant to be helping me move on is stuck in traffic on the freeway, on maybe it will never arrive.

"Nothing can stop us, not now I 'love' ya...They're not gonna get us, They're not gonna get us"

Maybe I shouldn't have given up, but it's too late to change that now. I have escaped with my sainity, but without You, and that is like a stabbing pain in my heart each day. It's not the end of the world Chris, and some part of me knows that, but other parts of me just want to crouch in a corner and rock myself into oblivion because it hurts too much to go on.

WOW, I'm a pathetic excuse for a human being. I sound like a bad romance novel with whiskey spilt all through the pages. Loser.
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