I'm not always sad I'm really not. I don't even really like to whine. I guess I'm just kinda spoiled in a wierd way. Not exactly matierals and what not but with opportunity. That sounds stupid but I've been thinking about it a lot lately.
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I didn't know I loved him until I found myself in the middle of it. Concern wasn't something I'd ever really though about before. Now all I can do is be concerned about him, and hope he cares. I hope he knows I care. I'm afraid to say it.
Its almost like the more I neglect the better I feel about how I'm living. I know its not right.
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your a really good writer. you should be pro.
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