<center>I'm feeling crappy, but poetic.
I'd never try a cig I.R.L. but I thought that maybe my avy could, because I can't.
I feel so full of knowledge, but I have no one to give it to, but myself.
I feel selfish.
I feel greedy.
I am an American.
I don't really want to be anymore.
I want to explore.
Get away.
Go to Switzerland or something.
Maybe Italy.
Eat fresh olives.
*blink*
I don't really like olives.
I have so many stories,
So many words,
So many feelings,
I can't trust anyone with.
So what do I do with them?
I keep them to myself.
Selfish.
I am selfish.
I want Rob for myself.
I am selfish.
I am greedy.
He is his own person.
He goes to whom he wishes.
Not me.
I love you Rob.
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 Amster · Mon Nov 01, 2004 @ 03:45pm · 0 Comments |
