Tuesday, Apr. 05, 2005 : Pixie dust
You should go here;

and also, believe that I want you to be happy; to see you smile again; to look at me again, because you mean too much to me, that it hurts more that you are sad, than it did before. And I fell asleep this afternoon, thinking about the other day, how it was almost-perfect, before it almost-died.


Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: