Dear Amaya (you are now amaya not journal),
Today was a shity day, I got in an arguement with my best friend. It was very dramatic, and I hate drama. But now everything is settled between us, but I hurt my back, so I had to swim in the slow lane, and pull the entire swim practice. I didnt get to talk to *** but I will tomorrow, theres always tomorrow, anyways the current situation was more important. But alls i want to do is be friends with him again. That's it. Nothing More, While ******** wants me to wear his football jersey to the next game and go to home coming with him, I dont want to. T.T silly girl. lol Oh well. I wrote an amazing poem about a week ago and I cant seem to find it. *rustles papers on desk around* Hey would ya look at that! I found it damnit!
Silently the wind whispers,
the rivers cry as they flow, quietly
oh so quietly
The leaves of gold and amber fall
passing into a world of grey
and here i sit....
...Timeless...
...Desolate...
...and...Alone...
 Luthien Nenharma · Mon Sep 27, 2004 @ 11:33pm · 1 Comments |
