2004-05-24 - 3:58 p.m.
Maybe this is why i am crying. Waiting for you to say something...one second two seconds four break me into pieces i am in love. Speak some broken words just shove them down my throat and hold onto my broken pieces. I am broken, but you didnt break me. I broke me. I slashed myself into pieces////only not with what you think. pushing my hands into 2 sides of the box, the harder i push to get closer the farther you get. I am so broken, just tell me that you love me i am putty in your hands. Mold me bend me shape me i will be everything you ever want forever i am desperate for you just break me and glue me into what you want. Program me just make me i wanna do what you want me to i want to be with you i want to be everything you want. I dont think i ever will be. But somedays i think it is too late to say the right things... because tomorrow never seems to come. I will always love you and you will always have me. But somedays i think i wish i could break my vocal cords and just not talk again because everything i say.. seems to be/ finger nails on the chalkboard to you. You are everything, maybe i am the one to blame.
Lindsey
