A Texas girl trying to navigate the rough waters of love, life and relationships.
Friday, February 24, 2006
Poor little me....
Some days the sadness hits me from no where. I suddenly miss him in a completely overwhelming fashion. I want to just run away from the pain. I don't understand it.
Look at this big-eyed fish swimming in the sea; How it dreams to be a bird swoop and diving through the breeze; So one day caught a big old wave up on to the beach; Now she’s dead you see beneath the sea is where a fish should be. (Dave Matthews Band)
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