I dreamt he killed himself, and woke up crying hysterically. Crying so hard I couldn't breathe. But he's here, on the bus, right now. He's okay. For now.
-Deep inside, I understand that friends come and go, but I often wish that some never come and others never leave.
-It is my honest belief that people are less than they seem, not more.
-I often feel like something was meant to be heartfelt, but somewhere along the way, I lost my heart, and for that I'm sorry. I know it won't be replaced or returned...
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