Wednesday 6 June 2007

    And if there's something wrong
    Who would have guessed it
    And I have left alone
    Everything that I own
    To make you feel like
    It's not too late
    It's never too late

    Even if I say
    It'll be alright



If I type really quietly maybe he won't find me in time to go to to counseling. I'd really rather not go.

Don'twanttogodon'twanttogo.

FUCK.