Feb 16, 2007 14:32
I’m so delightfully lost.
I intended to come off more unpredictable.
Life is nothing more than sand slipping.
Love is not the fictional perfection, that so many girls long for. It’s not the recreation of happiness, that Hollywood tries to sell. True love is flawed and tragic. True love is everything negative about another human being exposed, observed and accepted. True love is measured in embarassment
I’ve never known anything as enjoyable as friendship.
I miss being understood. Then again, I’m not sure I ever was.