it had started to rain, but we didnt care
every word that was spoken held onto the air
i went to a cemetary with my mom. i layed down and pictured that i would look like dead. when my mom said things like 'so young' i thought 'me too'

i also thought about you i miss you more than ever and i hate it.

< 9:52 p.m. on 2003-05-28 >