There has to be something out there for me.
Something real, something true.
Why must I be left wanting?
I wanted to keep this entry serious, but one of my room-mates is shooting Donkey-Kong in the testicles, so it's rather difficult.
I know what I want to say, but I don't want to be blatantly obvious.
I guess we're all adults here...
Whatever.
Open up the book that you keep deep inside.
Let the pages yellow in the sun.
Show them that you're not afraid to let them see how far you can be from home.
*Sigh*
Mood = Unfulfilled.
Something real, something true.
Why must I be left wanting?
I wanted to keep this entry serious, but one of my room-mates is shooting Donkey-Kong in the testicles, so it's rather difficult.
I know what I want to say, but I don't want to be blatantly obvious.
I guess we're all adults here...
Whatever.
Open up the book that you keep deep inside.
Let the pages yellow in the sun.
Show them that you're not afraid to let them see how far you can be from home.
*Sigh*
Mood = Unfulfilled.
Sometimes it's a difficult road...
but there's no reason to be unfulfilled... i'm sure the girls are lining up. i know i would.