Don't Let Me Stop you.

How can I fix you, when I can't even fix myself?

I'm tired of goodbyes. I need some hello's. I worry about you constantly. I want to call you mine, I want to be your's baby. We paint such a pretty picture. White houses and green pastures, lemonade and willow trees. It all seems beautiful to me. I want to be official, I want eveyone to know. I want them to know I am yours and you are mine.

I honestly have the best friend in the whole wide world. I instantly feel better when he comes around. Who could ask for anymore?

My fingers are just dragging across the keyboard, my sleeping pills begging me to sleep. I don't know why I'm so desperately trying to deny the meds, but I am.

I need a new art project.