a revolution has begun
the weeks seem to be going by faster and faster, can't they just slow down. All wishes are coming true, mine are lying in the pixie dust. My hair is cut, i love it and so does my father its all that matters. Myspace is mental and Im so sick of it. My days seem to be ocd, everything happens and repeats, nothing new. Spring break needs to come, a wonderful time to just absorb what i need to feel. I ran through the sprinklers today, yet still being drenched, doesn't make anything better.
can you hear me?
This conversations been dead on arrival.
can you hear me?
This conversations been dead on arrival.