You know my story.
I've been telling it to anyone I could find.
If I would lose you, I'd lose my mind,
over and over agian until next time.

Lights out to expectations.
Goodbye to bad intentions.
There's nothing wrong with letting go.

I know all about you.
Give me a pen and I'll write you a book of how we both fucked up,
walked away, got back just in time to make up for the new years.

I send you stationary.
It wasn't ordinary.
You got it and told me that everything would be O.K.
Next morning came conclusion:
It's too late to start all over.
(Sorry about the past)

he confuses me! it feels so different now...i hate to say this but he's changing again!

:S

like ooooh my gawwwd! this is like so cool! i can write things about what i did and other things like, "so like today, i went to sleep, woke up, ate food, and now im here writing about useless stuff and things that have no point at all! woot woot!" haha just joking. just thought i give this a try, but i know i can't keep up with this, since i already have another journal...