When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
-William Shakespeare
Monday, December 31, 2007
Unintentional
Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did And you didn't mean to love me back, but I know you did
signing off at 12:47 PM
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Pieces
I'm not so sure anymore who I'm becoming...
I'm not sure who I am anymore... Turn away Coz I'm awful just to see
I tried to be perfect It just wasn't worth it Nothing could ever be so wrong That I'm better off on my own