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|dreamiecloud (profile) wrote, |
on 4-3-2004 at 8:53pm
|Current mood: slutty
Music: a perfect circle.
|i woke up this mornign with sand all over me.
and when i brushed my hair, grass came out.
my face is so itchy. owww.
i need some one to talk to.
and yes i know i can talk to you, dont get upset and leave angry comments.
i just cant.
i will be smart and stay silent.
i love how people act like thier your friend to your face. but wont ever talk to you, outside, unless they have to.
i hate the way it feels when you know a part of you just died.
i talked to my mom today. it was good fun. i love her.
zack is 14. can you believe it. i completely forgot he was a teenager.
we are still like 10 and 8 in my mind.
lol. id like to scream what i am thinking at the top of my lungs. then run away so i can hide.
it sucks when you know you cant go to the who should be able to comfort you.
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