Thursday, December 11, 2008

your hair was long when we first met

Do you remember that? Its weird because now that I'm getting what I want which is your friendship, I'm not quite sure I want it. I'm not quite sure I'm ready for it. My fingers are cold and I love the way you screamed my name in the hallway today.

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry


you promised you'd come back, but I have yet to see the one you used to be.
DEAR LORD JESUS!?!?! I want to know what you got me for Christmas, because you won't tell me. I'm still suprised you got me anything at all. I hope its not like...nice.
Whatever. I'm going to go clean. By the way I need a ciggarette majorly and I only have one left.

Peace&Love

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