well...
this song makes me wish I was in the car on the way home from north carolina...that was such a beautiful time. The sleep was perfect, and it was when the curls had me...haha. Who knew? The talks were unexpected, less appreciated then they should've been...I blame myself, I blame you. (like I so often, and with right, do). I can't wait, all the days, but the nights, of course stuttering non sense. Well with the 1960's tape that mentioned Virginia mercifulessly (is that a word?), and the unexpected scene, and the lack of attention payed, I see myself as one who must have their heart broken to try and get somewhere. This song makes me wish I was with...my teddy bear, yes, that's it. I think I'll go and sleep with him soon. I think I might just be desperate enough to pray for you soon...you said strange today, is it wrong to hope that means what I read it to mean? Nah, perfection will not die.
And now I wonder where the hell Jessica is because I got on to talk to her, it's much to early for bed, but I don't think she'd still be out. Technical problems or...something else. :). I missed you soul sister. <3.
I need spring break, I plan a lot of fun. (Ryan, hold a phone nigga.) :)
I plan a lot of being at your house tink, and sleeping in the bed with cold fan next to me and trying to murder you for the covers, that house is my happy place. My dreams are focused there, it makes me wonder if I should get a fan too. I feel awful. Empty. Unsuccessful. As oppsed to sharp, alert, eccentric;in a good way, then again, I suppose that's not much a of compliment, but a try for one. Nice people throw you. Maybe I did have s.s. all along.
for the love of god somebody take me to see dawn of the dead.
[p.s.] I love you Miss Lisa, you gave me my name! Cheer up.
he called me beautiful...sincere,