on 2004-12-18 @ 4:33 p.m.
I don't know why it feels like such a big deal. To tell me nothing will change. To make such a promise. And then backing out on it without even knowing? That's sad.
It's a winter with no snow. And I'm used to that.
The leaves are orange and green mixed together. Like a grand, grand purple.
Like royalty.
And the lights wrapped around the tree looks like ropes. It looks like crucifixion. Why isn't there another C in there?