I Think It Hurts. Ow.
Here comes the deja vu of thinking something's just come straight at you.
WhaMm.
And that it never comes alone.
Double WhAmM.
That's a few hits in a row.
Strike.
Someone just throw me on a beach
with my phish
and my piglet
and my music
and my essentials (like ChOcOlAtE)
and a nice house.
With the best view.
Let me drift out.
Into the dreams that might never be.
I said MIGHT.
Because there's hope.
Someday.
Just us 3.
Our Day Will Come.

Sighers. As u can tell I'm missing you guys again. And I feel so stuffed up about everything...
MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY.
=)