on 2004-08-21 @ 11:17 a.m.
I had so many words in my head. But now that I'm typing, I can't think of anything. There's just this perfect image of you in my head. And I can't get rid of it. It's lodged itself in to the point that if I performed sugery to get it removed I would most likely die.
That doesn't even make sense. But with you, what does?
I think I've cried more this past year than I have in all my other years combined together. My 14/15 years really stunk. And I have no one to talk to. That's why I need you so much right now. I need to talk to you. Spill my darkest secrets to you with no inhibitions.