not poetry.
11/27/2004 12:33 a.m.
i kiss one boy and think of another.
love is scary like that.
i can't escape the relationship i had with him. it's like it sits inside of me and holds me down and leaks into every part of my life.

i want to move on.
i think.

["it'd be better to forget you. but i don't really want to."]

this is sickening.

fix me.