| I can't read my heart. |
[Jul. 13th, 2009|02:23 am] |
I am trying not to tell you, but I want to
I’m scared of what you’ll say
So I’m hiding what I’m feeling
But I’m tired of holding this inside my head
Oh I just can’t take it
My heart is racing
The emotions keep spilling out
-Colbie Caillat
Just what am I thinking. I need a therapist.
It is time I start the engine. In fact, I am already late. Way too late. Speeding is dangerous, but I will have to take the risk now. For the last year, & then leave this wretched place and be a free bird. I want to be a tai-tai.
Even Bimbos are happier than you are, so what if they're dumb? They are happy people. Are you? On a plus note, they look hot but you don't, Loser. |
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