Saturday, August 22, 2009

Just the Smell of the Summer...

I am not ready to be a senior. This time next year, I will be left or leaving.

I tried making myself nothing to protect you, but they always promise, "Nothing can hurt you."

I believe in Page 89.

Did you sing "Happy Birthday" to your mom? You sing when I sing, even if we don't know the words.

Thursday could otherwise be a funny and embarrassing story.

I listened to the playlist "Girly Songs" for the first time since last October.

Playing guitar and singing is embarrassing for me. I didn't know you were there.


I kissed Jeff.

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