fuck.
this weekend was quite different. my thoughts ran totally on impulse. it was pretty cool. i met a lot of new people.
i try and stay busy, i don't want to think much about anything because you're all i think about. i miss you so fucking much. it's beautiful outside today. and i want to go to the woods so bad, but thats a bit out of the question, considering you won't even hardly talk to me. i just don't understand why this has to be so final. no hope for anything. i couldn't possibly describe how i feel. i love you. and this hurts more than any pain i have ever felt. i see your face everywhere. every couple i see makes me think of us. and so much reminds me of you. i feel dead. completely. dead.
i don't have much else to say. excuse my whinning.
FUCK.
i try and stay busy, i don't want to think much about anything because you're all i think about. i miss you so fucking much. it's beautiful outside today. and i want to go to the woods so bad, but thats a bit out of the question, considering you won't even hardly talk to me. i just don't understand why this has to be so final. no hope for anything. i couldn't possibly describe how i feel. i love you. and this hurts more than any pain i have ever felt. i see your face everywhere. every couple i see makes me think of us. and so much reminds me of you. i feel dead. completely. dead.
i don't have much else to say. excuse my whinning.
FUCK.