a glimmering shimmering coked up mess
listening to songs as i snake my way through the lower north shore. nada surf and death cab for cutie. your legs grow and little furry bugs. future and past. call me anytime you've got a ghost and you'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name.
my throat is sore for the 14 millionth time this year and this headache just won't go away. i might seem messy, but i'm pretty much at my best.
girl: i'm all headachy and emo
boy: even emo you'd be hot
fuck yeah. things like this make it all worth while. they keep me going and they help me sleep at night. and he always knows exactly what to say and when to say it to cheer me up and make me smile.
27/09/2006 10:38