I can't stop thinking about our little moments. I remember looking over to you while you're driving my car, and just breaking out into a big smile. Or how about getting up early, getting into my car on a cold morning and seeing the writing still on my windshield saying "Dan's Car" with your name right next to it. My most favorite is when you giggle ( Read more... )

I fear a lot of things. I'm afraid of being cheated on. I'm afraid of being lied to.

I'm afraid to buy a gun because my neighborhood is a bad one. Funny thing is, I'm not afraid that I'd use it on someone else. I'm afraid I'd use it on myself.

I don't mind where you come from ( Read more... )

I hate to say this, but I'm getting tired of people thinking I'm capable of so many things. I'm not. I'm not that smart. I think it's all fallen downhill since the beginning of FCC. I did extremely well in "High School" and even did well for the first semester or two at FCC. After that, I got lazy. I'm still lazy. I have a huge fuckin' test ( Read more... )

That ditch, that damn ditch. The snow...the ditch...cracked plastic, slipping wheels, torn bolts. Trash.

I suggest you listen to the song "Foreplay/Long Time" by Boston ( Read more... )

I'm angry and hurt. I feel like you lied to me. You told me you wanted to be my friend and to hang out with me over Christmas break. I tried to hang out with you, but then you kicked me out of your house for reasons you still won't tell me. When we fight, you run to Eric instead of me like you always have. Instead of asking me to go to Citizen Cope ( Read more... )

Long time coming ( Read more... )

It's days like this I wish that I, wish that I had stayed asleep ( Read more... )

Ricky was a young boy ( Read more... )