a thousand pieces
i wish i could sit down and do everything. from my damn algebra homewrk to telling him how i felt. i get hung up and i get lost. it seems like the reign of high self esteem is dwindling. i mean, i can still say its her loss but i can't stand up and speak. it's like raw emotion that's tearing me up inside. those rectangles that end in a point.
i love you
something i said i didn't feel and i do. i need to say it. something in mesays i need to. i can't throw myself away. ben said he'd cry at my wedding. i will, too.