:: 2004 9 September :: 11.22 am

She puts her head down and stares beyond to an open space. Her thoughts were confusing and you could read it upon her face. A bit of sadness made her frown. Her hair perfect, perfect and maybe too wild. Chaos of a mess, yet oddly something she favored.

sweet words

:: 2004 9 September :: 9.10 am
:: Mood: meh

the who what now?
Save a horse, ride a cowboy?

2 whispered | sweet words

:: 2004 6 September :: 1.16 pm

for all the members of xanga:
i have a freakin xanga, go to it ok? thats where my life is going. i dont want you ogign here and readign this shit.. i need to have somethign private, so fuck off!

sweet words

:: 2004 6 September :: 1.06 pm

i wish a certain perosn wouldnt read this

sweet words