Feeling: confused
4:16 Sunday Afternoon
We Didn't Get Our Thunderstorm
Prom was great.
too great.
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4:28 p.m.
"What do you want?"
"I don't know what I want! I'm only 18, for crying outloud!"
"It's so beautiful"
"yes."
"The sky is so beautiful."
"That too."
was that supposed to make sense to make sense to anyone other than you?
cause i sure as hell don't get it.
heh, its ok. i don't want to understand it anyway.
its for you and i respect that.
i write journals for me too.
love ya.