About me: Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Who I'd like to meet: Tie me up in the power lines, wrap them around my throat, but don't just let me hang there, lower me into the moat, full of acid and piss and vinegar, maybe that will null the pain, even the craziest people think i'm insane, these thoughts keep spinning and these thoughts keep winning seems these words won't be detered, they are now completely perserved, does this mean I am disturbed, memories have chosen to stay frozen, Now I know the meaning of coping and I'm hoping I could somehow open a new door to set me free, but for now I'll just tear my chest and show you where my heart used to be.
K so I got bored and remembered you wanted me to hear your myspcae song... not quite my type but w.e. so i also reread some of the stuff you had written on your profile and you said "why not both?" to coffee and cappuccino........................................................................ I am confuzzled. You dont like coffee. (or cranberry juice or egg nog or nuts in anything, like chocolate or ice cream.) explanacion?
left phone in car, too stupid to figure out karen's mult phones to call anyone, much less my mom so she can drop off my phone... all her phone seems to do is like intercom or something... pager...
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