Monday, Dec. 13, 2004 : She's all alone again, wiping the tears from her eyes, some days she feels like dying
How many minutes or seconds before did you place that awful burden on me? So now I find out that it wasn't just me building up the glass walls. I want to cry until I can hurt you, sometimes, but that will never, ever happen.
And I'm sorry because cry is all I've wanted to do, because I've needed someone to make me feel worth something, and believe me, I love you, it's just all of this.
Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: