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quenya (profile) wrote,
on 9-1-2005 at 8:36pm
I've looked at my past entries carefully.. and I notice how stupid, how cliche, how immature they sound. I have a journal I write in. One with paper, bound in between two pieces of cardboard.. and within it's covers lie such deep, thoughtful musings. I wish I could write that way here, but I can't.. knowing that practically anyone, given the will and want to come and enlighten themselves about my life, can read this.. I feel the need to saturate my thoughts and write them in the manner I have in the past. I hate it, and I probably can help it.. maybe I don't want to. I don't know.

He told me I'm beautiful and he loves me. Two guys tell me they love me, now. One, I've chased for over a year.. another, out of the blue. What am I going to do, only my heart can decide..
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