I remember those days, when we walk many miles with holding each others arms ......
but it's too late I hurt you and now you're gone.....I wish I could take it ALL back but it's too late I will always miss you * cries
I am okay. and I don't mean it in a dishonest way, or telling you what you want to hear so I don't need to explain myself.
I am okay,happy and relaxed typing this.
I have finally...
it'd be nice to have a friend.
-The Twenty-One Balloons- by William Pene du Bais
(I'm at the part where he lands on the island of the utopian diamond mine with the "restaurant" government : )
knock knock ....... who's there? me....me who? *mii~mii!!! BOM IN YO FACE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!