it had started to rain, but we didnt care
every word that was spoken held onto the air
i feel like ripping the phone cord out of the wall and screaming at everyone who says a word. i feel so ugly...even on some of my best days. i feel like punching everyone in the face that has ever sad hate to someone. then hit myself a million times more.

stop calling. write your words out.

< 6:08 p.m. on 2002-11-14 >