Sunday, November 25, 2007
Will you come back.
It's all I want to know.
It'd take a miracle,
so that what's I'm praying for.
It's not about being angry.
It's more like being tired.
There's nothing about you,
it's just me.
So right now,
I'm trying to get used to something I have to and should get used to sooner or later.
So might as well start now.
I'm getting good at it.
El-oh-el.
Why do I bother even saying all this.
It's not like you even care.
Ciao.
6:53 PM; `dead.Y