20 March 2006
This is special.
I can't believe everything is really as perfect as all this. That nothing could happen to wreck this, and that you really feel the same way.
This sort of thing doesn't happen to me. Something is always going wrong with my life. I am still so scared of what could be next.
This sort of thing doesn't happen to me. Something is always going wrong with my life. I am still so scared of what could be next.
// posted by Liz @ 00:51 
