Hamburger.

Current mood:bummed

Sometimes it's like I hate you,
because I can't bring myself to look at you.

And other times,
I cry, because I miss how things were.

It's very raw, and gnawing, and child-like.

I don't know how to restart a friendship.
And it sucks.





Geez, I hope you don't read this.

[Transfered from Myspace blog]