broken homes from seperation.
i can't even type.
i don't even know what to type.
its like standing in a room screaming at the top of your lungs and no one can hear you.
Sometimes I'll wake up feeling like a whole new person ready to accomplish all the millions of things I dream of, and then other days I'm aching deep into my bones and feel like I'll die if I don't get to talk to him... I couldn't be more completely sorry that I wasn't everything you wanted.
I want a pretend boyfriend. Do those boys exist?
yes. and he lives in New York now.
Awesome thought: Alone also means available for someone outstanding.
summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
i don't even know what to type.
its like standing in a room screaming at the top of your lungs and no one can hear you.
Sometimes I'll wake up feeling like a whole new person ready to accomplish all the millions of things I dream of, and then other days I'm aching deep into my bones and feel like I'll die if I don't get to talk to him... I couldn't be more completely sorry that I wasn't everything you wanted.
I want a pretend boyfriend. Do those boys exist?
yes. and he lives in New York now.
Awesome thought: Alone also means available for someone outstanding.
summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends