I am dying, crying, and feeling sick. I need you here to make me fixed. All you do is make me laugh and smile while all i do is cry and die. You make me happy all through the day and make me wish i was sane. You see me in my weakest moments and tell me I was meant for it. I am happy that we met but then again you're the reason for it. You like me one day hate me the next then you wish we were next. You helped me heal but i am perfect now. So I must say goodbye for now.
December 28, 2009