Here in this space i will try and explain the unexplainable. Of exactly what my best friends mean to me. The miles, they dont matter, because we will always feel as close as when we are all together, when we are spread all over the map. Its the feeling of my heart skipping a beat at the wavering of their voice on the phone, when I know something ( Read more... )

I hope that you quit smoking ( Read more... )

im poor.

i thought i was ok...finally moving on, and living with the fact that you never menant anything you said. i was thinking, yes, maybe i will actually be able to go out with other guys...and not think about you. but my heart still skips a beat when i think what if he is? it still hurts to think that you could wrap your arms around someone else and ( Read more... )

Dear Men ( Read more... )

my heart hurts.

You begin to realize how much of an impact people have on eachother when its someone that wasnt in your life for very long at all, but ever since their footprint was made you look at things differently. and the fact that they arent there anymore makes everything...different. Like your world shifted when they entered it, and now that they have ( Read more... )

i sat here and rewrote the same shitty paragraph a ton of different ways and cant get it to come out like it did in my head. so thats where itll stay for now. ill i will say was a trip to the mall this evening was a humerous event..that of cocky, pierced, pink haired teeny-boppers who had they been born 5-6 years earlier would have been the ones ( Read more... )

this is certainly a strange feeling.

im told i have no comment. so...no comment.