E
I feel sick.
My heart keeps telling me two different things and I want it to decide on one. I've been looking at Raymond's picture for a while now, trying to decide...and not much is coming from it except a stream of memories I want locked away. I want them all locked, they're the reason I cry in class, and go weird during lunch. I don't want it anymore...I want new memories...with someone else.
Holy ********.
Holy, holy, ********.
Damn you brain. x_x
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