it had started to rain, but we didnt care
every word that was spoken held onto the air
i'm bored. i like to say things and write things on my wall. now i'll write them in here to get my mind off of what my medicine is doing to me.

i feel like a run on sentence in a puncuation crazy world.

she's everything she says she is.

i think but never speak.


look into my eyes and tell me that you see stars in yours.

hold me. i just want to be held.

elliot smith is my fucking god.


*cute look away* i'm such a dork.

< 11:21 p.m. on 2002-06-25 >