Mr Mac.

The truth is, is I love my MacBook Pro.

It seems to be the one thing that doesn't turn around and say it doesn't like me anymore.

It's beautiful.

who needs a boy when you have Mr Mac?

Changes.

To, J.A.

I miss you

Much Love

S.G

Lying down.

I watch the leaves fall to the ground.

It's supposed to be october but it's 27 degree's and I can feel the sun burning on my knee's

I hear the cars go by and I hear the birds sing I close my eyes and just listen.

I touch the grass and give a big sigh,

I sit up quickly and look up at the sky

this time last year life was so different

and now its changed so much,

we really are growing up.

at night I'm counting up the stars in the sky,

thinking of what you did and wondering why.

you was my best friend and he was an ex.

you took his side and forgot about the rest.

he broke my heart and you stabbed my back.

I honestly feel like I'll never get you back.

so why does this happen?

when we grow up?

why do we slowly loose the people

who used to mean so much?

Regrets

Last nights regrets are at the bottom of my legs
As I get up i'm watching where i tred.
His in bed facing the door
I grab my clothes as i rumage through them on the floor.
I leave a note it says "thanks for last night" I leave the room
quickly and light.


If everyone knew all the bones in my body, they would call me bad and forever scorn me.
no man could love me nor woman respect me and even if they did....

Regretment is on my lips as well as lies and scandal I do this to myself then I get drunk and ramble, they said life wasn't easy and it's most certainly hard. to not make mistakes is impossible and to make their statement it has to be done large.

So in my head i'm back in his bed, I kiss his cheek and i say words unsaid but thats just a dream and this is real life and I could never commit myself to any sort of guy.