After last night, all I wanted to do was sulk like Taylor taught me all those years ago.

I couldn't get much sleep. I doubt she could. I hope she couldn't, which is an oxymoron since hope and her don't belng anywhere near one another. Along with faith, trust, and especially love.

I'm contemplating buying her a tombstone for her birthday since she's dead to me.

Or atleast, she should be.

hey man. thanks for the comment. you should update more, yourself. I promise that if you update, I will comment. I was abroad last semester and I guess I just supposed that nobody read my nutang anymore. I felt like I was writing into a void of nothingness and I eventually came to the conclusion that there was no point. But there is a point, I guess. Even if no one ever reads it. Thanks, I needed a little inspiration. You should update, I like the thoughtful way you write. Someone is always out there who wants to know what is going on in your life, I guess.
» Zanzibar on 2005-06-23 08:25:10

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