Saturday, Apr. 09, 2005 : Clouds get around (I will remember tomorrow)
I meant it when I asked you not to leave. Don't ever leave me, please.
And give me an answer! So we can run away, and everything will be good again, almost-perfect. Apart from these damn pesky people that get in the way.
I 'shouldn't assume', I know.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: