April 10, 2003

11:04 p.m.


the best deception

God, it's late and I feel like a melodramatic fool.

I don't want it to be over. I care too much. I like you too much. get it?

It's all unintentional. Nonetheless, it hurts. I think I would do anything to not hurt you ever again and I can only hope you want the same things I do.

But I guess one thing is true. How can you know what I'm feeling if I hold it all inside?

You can't...and I'm sorry for the way I've been acting this week.

"I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers. I'll be all right when my hands get warm" -dbc

sweet dreams.

-g1

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