Terrible, terrible secrets of hidden feelings. Broken hearts and band-aids. Boys of different styles, of different names. Different topics and different dinks. Laughter that's as loud as the sun in your eyes. Tears that are as wet as the cold water running down your throat. Friends lost and ones gained. Quotes from the internet that explains my pain. The ink from the very pen I am writing this from, smudged from the tears I cry as I remember everything as I read the terrible, terrible secrets of hidden feelings deep inside my journal.
What's In My Journal
October 1, 2009