Why are entire years strewn on the cutting room floor of memories...
I don't know how long it will be untill my journal entires are once again sarah free, and I'm sorry, I kno w it gets monotonous, but the more I type the more I have to say about it... I can't help it... it's just the way I am... I need to vent or I explode, it's like when you put a tupperware in the microwave with the lid on :-D anyway... I dunno it just hurts that in my myspace she writes "you always make me feel like a horrible person" but in Leah's she writes "Leah! I love you soo much, we need to hang out, without you I would die" call me crazy but I think this proves something... it's not fair, these people are brainwashing here and I dont want that, I want her to be happy more than anything in the world, but I also want to be happy, and I wont be happy untill she stops hurting herself and her true friends like she is now... I hate this and I need to stop, sorry for wasting your time...
...when single frames from one magic night forever flicker in closeup on the 3-D Imax of my mind...
...when single frames from one magic night forever flicker in closeup on the 3-D Imax of my mind...