Sunday, September 13, 2009
if only for a moment
There was a moment at work the other night where I got really sad. In the midst of everything I couldn't help but notice all these pretty girls walking in and out. They were all made up and so happy. It made me feel really miserable, because I don't have that. I don't have anywhere to go or anyone to be with. It really made me want to call you, because maybe then I could somehow persuade you that you want this. & then maybe we'd be out & I'd be one of those pretty girls.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

No comments:
Post a Comment