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Wishful thinking will be the end of me. Pining away for one who does not want me, will only hurt me in the end. I will be alone. I will be hurt. Hurt for the wrong reason. Why? I hate to be alone. July 24, 2000 |
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I hold on to people for a very long while. I don't like letting go, especially if I feel like there is some hope left. At this point, I am sure I was speaking of Billy. Billy got upset with me that summer for not visiting him in Colorado. I had a lot of time to contemplate how I felt. I tend to look on the bright side of things, and that often ends in me getting hurt. This isn't going anywhere, so I am just going to stop now. | |||||||
jenny says take me there shoulda coulda woulda you don't say snapshot ~~home~~ |