Saturday, July 30, 2005

inside out

Im home. Accounts of the journey soon.

A song on the way here almost made me cry. I miss that boy with the cool eyes living up north. I wish i could've gone over and see you. It's been really weird being at the beach without you. In a totally unknown beach.
Thank you for that call your last night in Spain.


the boy you swore you'd never leave
the one you kissed on new years's eve

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