nothing special.
ok so...i havent updated in a while.
is there any possible way that a medication can do exactly the opposite of what it is supposed to? i hate pascal..or w/e the fuck its called...and i hate everything right now. i am not in the mood to talk to anyone or do anything...i just want to sit here with my *emo tears* and bitch about the world.
sometimes i think that i am made to be hurt. i feel i will get hurt. i feel that hurt will kill me, expire me, end my very existence.
but thats not so bad...if i die i wont feel any pain anymore. is 8 months a long relationship?....i dont even want to think about it...its too long, too long of a time to waste on someone. oh well. im never having another relationship, ever. i hate them. and if i stay mad at this one person...it doesnt hurt as much....hes made me stop feeling, i cant feel anything from anyone....i can barely feel anything for him...but its more than anyone else. i cant even cry anymore....theres just too much pain to get out.
oh well...thats it.
you knwo you love me,
whitney

umm...yeah...just read.
this is for uhm...a person.
**please remember that i didnt write this.

i fell in love without a clue
i thought things like this werent true
i found in you someone good
even thought it seems it can't be true

my heart beats when i talk to you
and cries when i think of things
like the distance that keeps us apart
and the fact that we're never going to be
side by side.

i can't event say how much i love you.
because there isn't a word that can even
describe what i feel
if only you knew how much i loved you
if only knew that i am dying for your kiss
and even just one kiss wouldn't be enough

i need to know when i fell in love with you
i need to know how all this could happen
sometimes, i don't even think you're real
you make me so happy, i think that it's all a dream

i used to smile
and it's all because of you
i would smile so much it hurts.
you used to make me happy when i was sad
you came into my life, yet you aren't here
i think, you're like an illusion, and soon
you'll just be another broken dream.