Friday, October 1, 2010

I don't know what's real and what's fake anymore.
Some of these feelings are so strong.
I keep getting frustrated. I can't hold off anymore. You make me angry. Everything makes me angry.

Sometimes, I think about going back. Then I realize what has changed. I have changed. And there's no going back. Nothing will ever be the same.

And I miss you.

Bongos and trumpets.