I want to scream and yell and pull my hair.
I want to throw things and smash glass.
I want to cry till my head reverberates.
I cannot believe I'm still not over you.

Sunday afternoon.
Sunshine.
Sitting under our favorite tree.
Writing an English paper.
Listening to the songs you wrote.
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5 comments:

  1. KassandrahMar 27, 2011, 10:10:00 AM

    i love this.

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  2. JodieMar 27, 2011, 10:42:00 AM

    This is so true and honest. I adore it :)

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  3. AshMar 27, 2011, 2:47:00 PM

    Same, really good stuff. Write MOAR.

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  4. JillianMar 27, 2011, 3:52:00 PM

    I know, I know. I will write more.
    It's just a little difficult lately.

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  5. SamMar 27, 2011, 4:22:00 PM

    yes deff right more! you know those words fit exactly what i felt like about a month ago. i kept asking myself how could i still hang on when he already let go?

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"Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole"
_Adam Duritz

I love hearing things that aren't my own pathetic echoes.

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