March 2011
1 post
1 tag
“Dear John,
There’s so much I want to say to you, but I’m not sure where I should begin. Should I start by telling you that I love you? Or that the days I’ve spent with you have been the happiest in my life? Or that in the short time I’ve known you, I’ve come to believe that we were meant to be together? I could say all those things and all would be true,...
February 2011
23 posts
I am missing myself.
Where did I go? How did I end up like this? I feel like I stepped into the looking glass. Everyone is fake. Nothing is real.
“Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations So they may have a chance of finding a place where they’re far more suited than here”
