why are you being the girl in this?
why am i being the guy in this?
why can’t i be there, or you here so we can go about this like it might normally happen.
why do i get the sense i’m doing it again and you can’t tell how i really feel?
my heart is beating, i can’t get you out of my head
why is the universe sometimes the cruelest, but everything happens for a reason…I know.
“You have quite a treasure there in that Horadric Cube..”, Oh Cain - I know what you mean. Diablo for life.. All the Baal runs, my god. It never seemed to get old either, and I have no idea why. =S I spent so much time playing that game, and every time I enjoyed the play through more than the one…
WTF!!! They make us wait past three “release dates” and then you tell me there is no Paladin!!! WTF! Blizzard. I’ve just lost faith in you, but damnit, Diablo is my fucking drug…so when it comes out I will need rehab before I get back to daily life. UGH!
Sometimes being right is not always a good thing. It can knock the wind from you, steal you breath and make you think, why the hell did I have to be right? It also makes you question, why you even thought of in the first place, and how the hell you might have known… I am sorry for my friends who lost a good friend today, and I am sorry for the parents who lost their daughter.
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I took a chance on you, and I hoped it would work for the best. You may not be coming for a visit anytime soon, but I think your heart is beating just as fast as mine when I think of you.
I now have tickets to see Goo Goo Dolls
Opening Band: Crash Parallel.
Life just brightend.
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeettttttt.
As soon as this rain stops I am going. To take. My board out. And I am going to FUCKING LONGBOARD.
Stop hating me universe please. I just can’t take this hell anymore.
Did you know, I forgot tell you as you walked out that door today…
My Freedom, beats your Feelings.
The whispers of the morning are slipping through my window. I rub my eyes but they still won’t adjust to the morning light slipping through my mind. Delicate and beauitful, dark and mysterious.
I’m wondering about you all the time. Do you wonder about me?
