In a Broken Dream

Every day I spend my time
Drinkin’ wine, feelin’ fine
Waitin’ here to find the sign
That I can understand
Yes I am.

I’m sorry. I am.

I can’t think of anything to say. I’m a bad person and a broken person. I’m dying slowly, and I have no right to be. I love, I live, I lie on the bed I have made for myself. It is uncomfortable and foul, but it’s all I have.

Forgive me, I’m so very small.

I’m sorry you feel so down. Keep your head up and things will turn around. I wish you all the best!

Sezura

April 30, 2007

*hugs*

Etoile Filante

Balls I knew I should have rung you yesterday. By the way you’re not a bad person. Love you Tombellina Lee Mee xXx

squidobarnez

May 1, 2007

you so aren’t a bad person, sometimes the situation just isn’t right after all and things blow up. you can recover if you choose to and there is definitely somebody out there that’ll be totally perfect for you. *peace signs and smiley faces*

Capulet

May 3, 2007

aila

May 5, 2007

*snugs* xXx

Nitrojane

May 7, 2007

argh.

This is how I found you, and part of what makes me love you so very much. I think you’re lovely, no matter what YOU think – what do you really know about you, anyway?