  I just don't know today. I have no answer for any of the questions I ask myself. You know, John had a good point. About her. I get like this everytime, and everytime I promise next time will be better. I promise next time will be better.
I never change though. And why should I? I guess the feeling is less now than it used to be, but still. I want to be with her. She says I never enjoy myself, that I'm always too quiet. But where was the last place we went?
Chads? When was that? Right after I got my wisdom teeth out....hmmm...when was that? dissapointed? read my poems. 
