Sunday, September 2, 2007
Slowly, it goes back to square one.
Doesn't it.
When songs were memories.
And they were all I had.
I was naive to think otherwise.
Sometimes, I try hard to feel something, but I couldn't.
Sometimes, I become jealous.
I'm sorry, but I don't know how this works.
Sometimes, I wonder what would people who read my blog think,
because only I could understand what I wrote.
Must've been irritating.
Yeah, they were all I had.
You don't have to force yourself to, if you don't want to.
It doesn't really matter anymore.
I'd love to stop crying, too.
But there isn't anyone to make me smile.
12:23 AM; `dead.Y