Sunday, December 13, 2009
i think i'm totally weird. i dread book outs.
i dread this feeling. it sucks. at least camp life takes it off my mind.
the emptiness in me, its filling to the brim.
standing all alone on the bus, the long ride home. i listen to my ipod, and the emotions in me just overflow. a big wave i cant control.
there's only so much a broken heart can take.
if 1 cut scars a heart, how about 50 cuts?
i'm not a robot, i'm human too.
i'm breaking down. and i don't reboot by a press of a button.
You were with me till;
1:34 AM