painting a rainbow no one will see;

Jul 21, 2001 20:05

Thoughts are still the same. I try and think up new ones that I never had before, but these ones just continue to bleed into the pages of the next.

It's hard; it really is. And it hurts. I just wish that maybe I'd wake up, and I never would have met him. Then, maybe my life wouldn't be as fucked up as it is now. Maybe I could actually find the time to breathe.

I actually spent my day watching movies. Sleepless in Seattle. Ever After. .. and some other one that I couldn't recall the title to. I don't usually watch movies, even.

I need my friends to not be so busy. Then, maybe, I wouldn't feel so alone.
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