Listening to: bitter sweet symphony
Feeling: awake
Not to worry. Don't fret. Stop the bellowing presses printing missing person ads. Though a wild imagination would have lead you to believe I voyaged to Timbuktu never to return again... alas, here I am. Changed? Remarkably.
indeed.
--drew
ilove the colors of your diary
Now I have to recall all those milk cartons.
I LOVE LAUREN!!! :D
xoxo
I've begun to rationalize the fear that perhaps the chance that your words have gone on without us is larger than I imagined with the reluctant observation that I can go back and read your previous words, but somehow that entirely feels a touch too hollow. Will this blight upon your reader's eyes continue or will it be lifted anon to our prevalent glee?