mood:
it all makes sense, once in a while. then there are times like these. times where i want nothing more than to scream at the top of my lungs, or squeeze you really tight.
inside of me there is something floating around, searching for something to hold onto.
everything points to you.
04.21.02 10:27 am
don't tell me that's all...?
don't tell me that's all...?