I enjoy getting a phone call everyday and just talk for a couple of hours. then after i the phone call i cry and remeber that i am not in a dream anymore and have to get for work in the morning. then the depression kicks in untill later on that night you make the phone call all over again.
you cut me deep, man. deep. tupac was right. changes. heh.
i hate change with such a passion that it is simply not put into words.
you do?? wow. i'm officially scared, now.
don't be scared. i'm open-minded about many things. i just don't like changes like growing up or people moving away. it takes me a long time to accept such things.
I hate change to. If I had to pick one thing I'd like to kill..it'd be change