Jul 12, 2004 01:07
Well well well, what do we have here? Could it be a broken heart? It could....
I'm in love with a girl who does not love me back. In fact, I'm not sure she even knows what love is. I wrote the aforementioned story for her. Forty-five pages of single spaced, 12 point font. And it means nothing. She knows who she is, and I'd write her name, but for her sake, I won't advertise her on the internet. She's not returning my calls and isn't online. In a few days, she's leaving for a five-week vacation. I don't think she's even going to say goodbye, much less discuss the story or the situation or anything. I've never poured my heart onto paper the way I did for her. I don't know if I'll ever be able to pour my heart out that much for one person ever again. And I still feel like I did the right thing... ::sigh::
My my what a mess we've made
Of our precious little lives these days
It appears that a big fucking tornado's twisted us up recently
Best wishes have been made for you
You never had no say, it's true
You have to be the cutest gravedigger I've ever seen