Concealed (still_forgotten) wrote, @ 2003-12-17 04:00:00

Current mood:

unsettled

I Wish I Could Talk to Him.........
Jeremy. Such a sweet person. So caring. It was raining, and I was sitting on the ground, in a puddle, crying. He walks over and tells me to get up. I refuse so he picks me up. That only made me cry more. I wish I could talk to him. He hasn't the slightest idea how grateful I am. *sigh* I've come to realize how movie-like that night was. Everything happend perfect. Not perfect in a good way. Everything about that day was like a movie. I mean, I was sitting in an alley, crying. How movie-like is that? Everything Green said, perfect. Not good, just perfect. Everything is movie-like now. Me and Emmys nickname for him has come in to use surprisingly. Green was my perfect movie. Now it's just like a sad existance that goes by unseen. Nothing really matters. After all, it is 4 am and I'm still not asleep. I'm all that's left from yesterday.....

	whore__ 2003-12-21 00:58 (link)
	Well then hello. Thats all i an say now cuz im tired and i want a carrot (Reply to this) (Thread)

	still_forgotten 2003-12-24 16:23 (link)
	Well I'm sorry but I can't give you a carrot.... :/ (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)