8:27:00 PM
I MISS YOU.
isnt strong enough.
isnt strong enough.
And I can't express it in words, hugs or free chocolates.
I want my old life back, point blanc. the one with stressful debate but wonderful, fun and laughter-inducing juniors. the one where going to church is a staple, not a maybe. the life which actually encompasses others too, and not just stuyding my head off. and im not even doing a very good job of studying anyway. the life where i dont have a 24/7 craving to hug people because i miss them. ):
okay, im emo again.
i miss you people from the cover to cover of my bio text. ):
dont forget me just because im not there to make you smile, okay?
ale
