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yeah, well, all is fair in love... current song: wish you were here by pink floyd so you think you can tell heaven from hell blue skies from pain can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? a smile from a veil? do you think you can tell? and did they get you to trade your heros for ghosts? hot ashes for trees? hot air for a cool breeze? cold comfort for change? and did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? how i wish how i wish you were here we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year running over the same old ground and what have we found? the same old fears wish you were here i'm worried about philosiphr, though he may not think that i care. apparently from his d'land, it seems like he thinks i never cared or only partially cared. hurt does funny things to people. at any rate, he hasn't updated in 10 days. i can't remember if he has internet now or not, so that might be part of it. it seems that he harbors some anger towards me still, and i understand that. i don't expect him to ever want to talk to me again. i suppose that i can deal with that as well. however, i'm always going to read his diary, whether we talk to each other or not. that is unless he locks it because he doesn't want me to read it, or just stops writing in it. it's his life, and i can see why he wouldn't want the one girl who hurt him to poke her ugly little nose in. i guess all is fair in love and war. ~*~ immediate yesterday. ~*~ divination. ~*~ get your own guestbook here |
