Thursday, August 11, 2005

rubbish.

totally, absolute rubbish. entirely.
feeling like that.
don't know why.

"When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand

My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever."

it's cold. it's winter. i want it to snow.

i could think of you all day.

aiyarh. i think i'm just tired.

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