Tuesday, February 10th, 2009.

Its been going on for about a week now.

I keep getting flashbacks of basically everything, I cant control them. I don’t go digging through my memory to find them, they simply find me.

They don’t feel so pretty. They don’t make me feel so pretty.

What was I thinking?


  1. I want to believe that when things happen on a whim, it's not out of stupidity or lack of better judgment.

    I want to believe that reckless behavior is alright from time to time. As long that the big picture remains in sight.

    I want to pardon every childish dispaly for their honesty and hopedulness.

    I want to stop worrying and still believe. In second chances. In making mistakes. In living.

  2. i would love to believe in that! thank u darling.


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