I feel as though I miss somebody I haven't met yet.
I am a little worried now, because the list of things unsaid is growing shorter. As for the one on the end, its the only that still bothers me and part of me hopes it might bother you too.
I want justice for everyone but me.
I have a rather unhealthy love for plastic cheese and tinned spaghetti.
I have forgotten how to be a good sister. And I am really, truly sorry.
I never could resist a ticking clock.
I don't actually think you look like edward cullen
I wasn't that sick when I went home and I felt a bit guilty because a significant reason for my going home was to avoid music home work. I am now even more sick. I feel maybe like I am subconsciously punishing myself...
I care more about my play counts than I do your opinion.
