Feeling: placid
Me?
Who am i?
How do you see me?
Am i seen?
Are you blind?
You laugh at me
Why?
You look down on me
Why?
Am i there at all?
Am i empty space?
Was i just a girl?
A stranger?
A thing?
Or was i nothing?
Just a kiss?
Well spoke to chris last night, yeh he wanted to see me again but as soon as i told him friends is good then all of a sudden i meant nothing to him and he just saw me as an easy pick up. Now that hurt, but before that he was being a total arsehole. He called me a fuking retard who can't cross a road without getting hit by a car, now some people could laugh that off but a few years ago i was hit by a car, and broke me leg REALLY badly. So he used something i chose to tell him against me. It cut deep and left me in a different way, which isn't right xo
gurl, that fucker better watch his back. no one talks like that to you, babe. i know that u don't like what happend to ur leg and u don't like showing ppl...u told or showed this dude and he totally dissed u. i am going to hunt his ass down when i see you next. i hope it didn't hurt u too bad. i love ya and i am still here for ya. don't let fuckers get like that get to ya.
chin up dude
xoxoxxox
dude, i like your thing at the top of the page...."live life like ur going to die 2morrow and dream like u will live for eva" i believe that shit dude. i live by that kind of stuff....