bad friend |
For the first time that i can remember, i can call myself a bad friend. (Not that i probably haven't been in the past but my memories don't go back all that far). i made hurtful comments about one fri...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 13:39:00 GMT |
Bad Poetry |
Love is like a river.
It is calm, tranquil, clear,
and hardly seems like it is moving.
But underneath, it is rocky,
turbulant, fast moving, and ever changing.
Love like a river,
flows over everything
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Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 20:45:00 GMT |
friends |
have you ever wondered why i am the way i am. why i keep to myself and don't let people in, well there is a simple answer to that. you can't get hurt by someone close to you if you don't let anyone in...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 18:37:00 GMT |
