confusion
09/10/2009 06:33 p.m.
I don't know what to do about it, there's days I wish it would run away, there's days I want nothing more than to spend all day in bed cuddling. The drastic changes between happy and whatever it is are too confusing for my poor little mind. Complicated simplicity would help, with you I fear that will never be near. So I listen to your quiet snores my buddy, poor little lost puppy you are.
I am currently Calm
I am listening to Tangled Up in You, Staind

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