it had started to rain, but we didnt care
every word that was spoken held onto the air
when i was little i had a song.

[[nobody likes me, everybody hates me. i think i'de rather die]]

i would sing that and cry. so me being like this isn't recent.

..i've thought about it a lot.

more than anything else.

< 3:07 p.m. on 2003-07-31 >