My heart feels like it's been pierced right through with a dagger and left to rot. Where is the anchor is this rough churning sea? I was the one who created the storm, to be honest. But I am the one who is floundering in it. I must reach something, grab something... a piece of driftwood...
Thank you Joy. Thank you Kirtt. Thank you Pip. Thank you for standing by me and being floats for me to catch. Maybe I'll be able to see all of you in real life one day. I certainly hope I can.
Pip if someone truly cares for and loves you they will love you for WHO you are not WHAT you are
Thank you Pip. And thanks, everyone else. Thanks so much.
AngelRaz · Thu Jun 23, 2005 @ 10:13am · 2 Comments |