|Current mood:|| disappointed|
|Current music:||The Who|
Big Fish...and one sad girl.
Last night I did sleep for a little, and it seems when I don't sleep for long peroids, I remember my dreams more. They are more vivid and real that ever before. Well, last night I dreamt of a boy I once knew. The dream made me remember all the events in the past and how he accually screwed up a lot for me. And makes me crazy at the same time. All the memories came rushing back, the feelings. The people who hated. The melting. Those eyes.
Feeling like a pathetic little love-struck dope. Wanting to die all over again.
I want some one to love me so much that they'll wanna plant a whole field of my favorite flowers. Write my name in the sky...
but we all knnow thats only the movies. So fuck this.
And fuck all guys.
Guys suck. They are never like the ones in the movies.
If only I lived in a sur-real dream world and float around in a drug daze.
Marry Ewan and then die.