Brendon decides to write here again.
Good.
I feel exposed. Like I'm naked, exposed to him for the first time.
I feel naked.
Yet I have layers of clothes on.
Layers don't hide emotions or feelings though.
To be honest, writing in here while he's had no net has been me venting my emotions.
I really shouldn't.
Its too much to handle.
I can't lie. I can't be truthful.
I can't be anything but bad.
I don't know what to think anymore.
I feel so claustophobic and yet this is a wide open space.
Haha.
I'm freaking out.
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I'm finished now.
love.
a walk to remember.. right, righttt?:)
I cried at the end of that movie:[
well hmm. that's odd. stupid boys. kill 'em all.
I love chick flicks in general haha:p
haha dont tell you'll ruin my reputation;)
love!:)