I have no voice, literally. I'm sick. Fun. Not. I cleaned my room, I'm getting a new computer in my room as I type this. I might dye my hair pink pretty soon here. I have to clean my closet. I'd like to say that I miss him, I wish he didn't live miles away, and I don't even know if I want to see him again, or ever have the chance to be with him. Because all I'll end up with is disappointment, knowing that at some point we can't be together, because we're too far apart. meh. I still miss the way we touched...I miss the way you run away. January, Febuary, March, April, May, June through December I wish you would stay. I know your leaving me