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Jan 21, 2005 13:03

Claire is back, they found her-- Boone and Locke when they were off in the woods. Michael and Walt came back, but Vincent is missing again. I had a breakdown today, when I was with Sayid, we got to talking about school and then my Dad.
I hate this fucking place, Michaels raft is suddenly sounding like a good idea. I'm sick and tired of picking fruits, and writing in my journal and pretending everything is okay. Now that Jack has popped my shoulder back into place I feel better, I know that I need to be careful but now I have no excuse. I know my mother doesn't want me to do anything. She wants to keep me safe and she wants to keep me protected. Well, she can't. No one can. That guy is still out there, Ethan. The "Canadian". Who the hell knows what else he's going to do. We're all targets. We're not save in the caves and now with the tide rising, we're not safe on the beach. I just wish that.... I don't even know what I want. But it's not this

Hope dangles on a string/
Like slow spinning redemption/
Dashboard Confessional Vindicated
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