Blogger,
I don't know what to say. Do you know how much has happened? How much has changed? How easily things could fall apart and fall together? I have so much to say, but I won't. Because I can't tell you. And they won't understand. And it all will just get ugly.
I'm going to get myself a hardcover journal... but with lines. Because I can never keep writing in a straight line with out the line. Oh I have so much to say.
I love when I put it in shuffle, and all of the best songs play.
I'm feeling really scattered. I want someone to talk to, and tell all of my secrets. But the right person never comes to me.
Sundays.
I'm going to get myself a hardcover journal... but with lines. Because I can never keep writing in a straight line with out the line. Oh I have so much to say.
I love when I put it in shuffle, and all of the best songs play.
I'm feeling really scattered. I want someone to talk to, and tell all of my secrets. But the right person never comes to me.
Sundays.
