I haven't been able to believe in the word love. Or trust it. Sure it's great, but when things are done. Your left with yourself. Wow it's weird. It's like we're living too different lives. We never see each other & we rarely hardly talk. In my book that I'm reading this girl has so much to look forward too. The story has cute little crush love parts. Something I can remember but never held on too. My New Years was awesome drowning in my own little world of fast lane drivers. I saw my dad on Christmas. Wow surprisingly i didn't cry. I didn't cry til a couple days before school started. I remember, i remember everything.

I remember how we hurt each other i wonder if he looks down on me when i sleep. And i think about everything i did. If only i knew the things i know today. I wish i did...love him like I'll never see him again. Blahhh all i need is a dream a sign of him, telling me it's okay to move on...& forget. But we all know forgetting is so hard.

If you read this thanks. :] means a lot.