Sunday, April 10, 2005
I wish there was someone who cared for me every single time i cired. Someone whom i know who always be there for me no matter what. Someone who will never be sick of me complaining. Someone who treasures me.
Morning aren't special anymore. Neither are the stars. You do remember the stars but they don't mean a thing to you. ¶ 12:03 AM
Morning aren't special anymore. Neither are the stars. You do remember the stars but they don't mean a thing to you. ¶ 12:03 AM
