I don't give a damn what you think right now.
I'll do whatever the hell I want to.
Don't judge me.
I don't know what to think.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know how I feel.
But you can't tell me how to think, do, or feel.
He hasn't changed.
He's still an idiot.
But that doesn't mean I didn't miss him
It's not a crime.
I'm still human ya know.
I did miss him and I'll talk and see him if I damn well please. He was my friend at one...point in time. He's not dead to me.
Get off my back.
I'm so confused.
I wish I didn't have to defend myself
WHILE trying to figger out what...
...what I want
Gimme a break. Time out.
Just shut up!
All these years
Just to learn
That I don't know shit
April 23, 2007 - Skylinedrive journal
"I had almost forgotten, but not quite.
What it's like to hold her hand.
What it's like to sit side by side in the car with my arm around her.
What it's like to kiss those perfect lips.
What it's like to gently stoke her face and admire the beauty of such an angel.
What it's like to have that content feeling when she lays in my lap, and all the world seems to fade away and the only thing that matters is me and her.
What it's like to feel her warmth as she leans into me, and that scent that sparks so many pleasant memories.
What it's like to draw her close to me and embrace her, her head on my chest and my arms tight around her.
What it's like to take her in my arms and lovingly rock her back and forth, hoping that in some way she'll understand just how much I care about her.
Seriously, what if..."