sad stupid lonely little girl, hey hey hey
oh i am not feeling very well right now. i feel as though someone has ripped out my throat or something. ouch. and i miss tomas something fierce. i wish he was here, but i know he's havin fun and all that. i think he was sending me messages last night because i had a dream that he and i lived in some strange garage that was an extension of my house, but it was like a completely different house in itself...it was big and i was all set to furnish it and everything. weird. but good. i hope that he was sending me good wishes.
when i miss people that i love, i write them letters. this is how you truly know that i love you! aha. the heather secret. it is in my letters. even if i am on the bus, and happen to think of you,..if i write you a letter, its like me telling you that i adore you. i wrote tomas a letter last night. it wasnt very long, but i said what i needed to. i feel completely drained. laura and dave are driving to montreal on the weekend, and i cant go because im sick...tomas and i would have been able to go with them, and now im all pissed off at myself .....ah well. it isnt really my fault. it just sucks. i miss being in brampton. toronto makes me crazy. i cant even walk down the street without being perpetually haunted. and bothered, and everything else. i wish i lived in a tree. how lovely it would be. a fiddle dee dee.
when i miss people that i love, i write them letters. this is how you truly know that i love you! aha. the heather secret. it is in my letters. even if i am on the bus, and happen to think of you,..if i write you a letter, its like me telling you that i adore you. i wrote tomas a letter last night. it wasnt very long, but i said what i needed to. i feel completely drained. laura and dave are driving to montreal on the weekend, and i cant go because im sick...tomas and i would have been able to go with them, and now im all pissed off at myself .....ah well. it isnt really my fault. it just sucks. i miss being in brampton. toronto makes me crazy. i cant even walk down the street without being perpetually haunted. and bothered, and everything else. i wish i lived in a tree. how lovely it would be. a fiddle dee dee.