Dear You, I just wanted you to know, I’ve been in love with you for a long time now. I haven’t told you because I know that you don’t have the same feelings for me. I know, you say you like me…but somehow I don’t feel that’s enough. I have a boyfriend, and it just
See I have this dream. Oh god! it’s a beautiful dream. I pray for it to return at the end of each day. I crave it’s warmth. It wraps itself around me and lifts my heart. Do you know the feeling? Do you have the same dream? Is that why it’s so powerful to me?
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Time passes quick with each perfect tick. The day is soon gone and night rolls on. The stars shine, their beauty is all mine. The moon glows and the fall breeze blows. The sun comes up, I grab my coffee cup. I think about us, but we just couldn’t trust. The
I am going crazy. I cry at commercials, almost every one. If they have the slightest bit of emotion in them, I cry. I have become addicted to thriller books because I know for sure that if there is any emotion in it, it is going to be something extremely far from love. I used
dear mother. you shouldn’t drink. or smoke. or yell at me. or not trust me. or snoop in my room. or sneak on my facebook. or read my diary. or check my wrists. or tell me i’m no good. or compare me to my friends. or tell me i’m spoiled rotten, when i appreciate what
dear boyfriend. there is a lot of things i haven’t told you. considering we had our _ month anniversary recently, i think it’s time i let you in on some things about me. like, the fact that my family doesn’t treat me half as good as you do when you’re at your worst. the fact