Saturday, August 13, 2005
nobody had to know what was on my mind. then I guess I've spoken too much.
nothing abt you* is real.
nothing lasts forever.
maybe you* are my real imaginary friend who gives me wings to soar. truth is, I'm afraid to fall. or have I alrdy taken my plunge? ha. once again, I do not know.
I dont wanna do it for anyone. not anymore. 'cause I'm sick and tired of givin' in.
8:54 PM;
