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yaneechey: we didn't have to worry about anything except what perfume we were going to wear
its always that feeling up in your throat, congesting your chest
thinking like this makes my stomach hurt.
i mean, you know what im talking about
i hate it
im upset about chris leaving, as usual..hope to see him soon
and he's all around me, so im pretty sure i just need to change the way i look at things
then that way ill be happy when i see him in things around me everyday, instead of sad
im upset about moving out. i want to, dont get me wrong. and ive got my mother's blessing.
she'll help me and she really wishes i wouldnt leave, but im stubborn and my heart's pulling
oh well, fuck me
ive been looking at pictures a lot.
a mind can be a dangerous thing
memories kill me, im telling you.
these on my bedpost:
::hi lindsay.
love andrew mercer
[in his sloppy 'i have a cast' handwritting]
::lindsay is my hot tub of love
<3jessika
::post it.
oh baby!
<3brent wood
::i love you lindsay kathleen
<3mary
::the roof outside my window still waits for us in the summer time.
i love you.
<3yaneechey
::SUP
-chris
i dont understand me, sometimes
its not that im crying and all, that kind of sad
im just sad inside, my head is filled with stuff
not bad stuff, good stuff...its just sad
im not quite sure how much longer my life is gonna be on display.
its always that feeling up in your throat, congesting your chest
thinking like this makes my stomach hurt.
i mean, you know what im talking about
i hate it
im upset about chris leaving, as usual..hope to see him soon
and he's all around me, so im pretty sure i just need to change the way i look at things
then that way ill be happy when i see him in things around me everyday, instead of sad
im upset about moving out. i want to, dont get me wrong. and ive got my mother's blessing.
she'll help me and she really wishes i wouldnt leave, but im stubborn and my heart's pulling
oh well, fuck me
ive been looking at pictures a lot.
a mind can be a dangerous thing
memories kill me, im telling you.
these on my bedpost:
::hi lindsay.
love andrew mercer
[in his sloppy 'i have a cast' handwritting]
::lindsay is my hot tub of love
<3jessika
::post it.
oh baby!
<3brent wood
::i love you lindsay kathleen
<3mary
::the roof outside my window still waits for us in the summer time.
i love you.
<3yaneechey
::SUP
-chris
i dont understand me, sometimes
its not that im crying and all, that kind of sad
im just sad inside, my head is filled with stuff
not bad stuff, good stuff...its just sad
im not quite sure how much longer my life is gonna be on display.