I cut, I bleed, I shed tears for another. My heart was sealed with a kiss and shattered by a letter. Feelings stay and scars won't leave. My wrist still bleed and tears still run. Down my face and into my heart, slowly these feelings start to depart. And when my tears start to dry, I hope you look at me and start to cry. Said and done when I am fine, I know I'll still wish that you were mine.
i am a WHALE. i've gained 15 pounds in the last four months, which is all in my stomach from the ridiculous amount of beers i've been drinking. currently at 145 pounds, compared to the 130 i was at a couple months ago. starting yesterday and continuing on till i am happy with my weight/self image i will be running, working out, eating healthy and all that good stuff. beer will be digested solely on fridays and saturdays not thru the weekdays (besides birthdays, holidays)