Listening to: Sons of Korah(He Watches Over You)
Feeling: exhausted
8:35 Monday Night
 B L I S T E Rs hurt
I am a lump.
Worthless, useless, prideless.
there is nothing I can do.
I miss acting Elegant, Wise, Beautiful.
I miss pretending we can dance.
We are famous lovers--the kind that people dress up as on Halloween to go to couples' parties in.
our fingers intertwined and our vacant stares and open mouths.
I have some money, so if I see you today.....I'll run up to you, give you a hug and then give you the money.
Love you dear!
-chels
(well...belated, but youre in America...so different time zones. hah) but anyway, have an awesome birthday, and miss ya heaps!!
love genie