to become what my mom wants me to be

the end

Tomorrow Morning

to begin again

My girl to marry me

You to come into my life

A guy to come my way

to stop feeling so sick all the time

the man I love

a storm

praying hard and waiting for the application results

not living, just killing time

Worrying about what I'll say

waiting

Loving her all I can

Trying to find you

lookign out for one

my best to stay sane, keep life on track and keep on keepin on

listening to Billy Holiday

lulling

i am so dead

that's impossible

I'll spend a week in a dark room

Huh?

Love her even more

..dry hump stuffed animals the rest of my life...

ill cry damnit@

it'll be the same as it always is.

I don't know, write angsty poetry or something...

sigh breaths of fog