*.Chelsea B.* (cutiecbk) wrote, @ 2004-01-19 21:54:00

Current mood:	depressed
Current music:	Almost Doesn't Count.

You made a fool of me.
I'm lost, I'm alone and no one wants to find me. Nothing seems worth it anymore I need comfort and there's no where to turn...I want my feelings to make sense, but they don't and I don't think they ever will. I just wish things were easy like they were before.




"I can't keep loving you with one foot out the door"

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