Sunday, September 16, 2007
♥ 5:10 PM
I promised _ ____ ___.
You promised ___ ____ __.
Forever.
Yes.
Now?
Goodbye.
It's so ironic that we're all dying to grow up, and when we really do, we reflect upon our lives and say, "I wish I was a kid again, things were so much simpler then."
I wonder what I'll be like, if I'll look back and laugh - "Oh dear God, the stupid things I did back then, how I made mountains out of molehills over the little insignificant mistakes I made. I was quite insane." Or think gloomily - "I was such an idiot, I did the worst things, I was crazy." Or perhaps the most unlikely one - "That was really dumb. I should have killed myself then, I never really amounted to anything."
And I was thinking
That if teen life is forever this way
Maybe.
Reflection in a glass.
She tipped her cup of wine, winked and said "I'm drunk."
And even when I laugh, I'm not OK.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------stained glass masquerades says:
o.0
lianne
dumb conky
with baste deceit, you worked upon our feelings says:
O:
stupid crab
you're getting old
cherry stones and orange glitter says:
HAHAHA.
stained glass masquerades says:
haha
stained glass masquerades is Houten. cherry stones and orange glitter is Shaosy. with baste deceit, you worked upon our feelings is none but yours truly.
Dett.
