the highest wilt. maybe. or not.

why am i like this?

why do i still feel that way?

why was i so...happy..?inside i mean.

and why..why..you...?




this is wrong. but im willing to be wrong. this is my blog. nobody care please.

i wish it was you instead. it's so wrong of me to be thinking that. but i guess it's like one of those postcards.

it's happy and sad at the same time. like..yeah.

i wanted to fly and you gave me your wings...

you just never knew it.























i wish you were here.