mypienow

looking back, I can't help but think that life is just weird. and as I lay here in my bed, with rain once again pouring outside, dancing, sliding down the outter window glass I think I realize that some things are better left a memory.maybe you're better left a memory. and I've changed so much these past few months, i'm not really sure where to go anymore.but maybe it's time I gave up on virgos  and guitars and boys who only come around when it rains.maybe I should learn to kiss sober and whisper sober and love sober.maybe it's time for change-- for a re-awakening and to forget those silly boys whose lips taste like rain....but somehow the...

fa   (losing       you    all     over        again) lling.