I danced along the sidewalks.

Now and then I ask myself, why do I keep on making the same mistakes. Why have I become that bitter pill in the box of sweets. I spill my heart for you over and over again like a stupid moronic fool. It's hard to comprehend my on going chain of blue funk. So many thoughts so little time and I've got a math paper on my list of things to do. Oh how we use to talk to each other like we've known each other forever. Time flies by and It's been more then a year and half. I must say I'm 15 now and if you're reading this, which is prolly one out of a thousand, chances that you would be, I just want to let you know what an asshole you truly are. OK OK, you are not fully to be blamed. In fact, I can only blame my presumptuous self for being so stupid and making myself believe that somehow someday, you'll know how I feel. Just to let you know, you’re not making this easy.

The only time we ever talked in this month of October : In My Dreams