Tuesday, January 27, 2009

gone

Some footprints just have to fade...

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Chute, if you want all the bridesmaids to have long hair, i'll leave mine long. If not, i'll go get the Chop.

I realise that sometimes when i feel sad, i laugh a lot. And then maybe, just maybe, i wont feel sad anymore. You're not here to talk to. I miss you very much. A lesson to learn that when you make a decision, you've gotta stick to it. If not, it would have been better to have never even try in the first place. Like a house on sand. This is the last tear i'll shed.