.//cheryl-ann-
the beautifuldisaster, hopelessly and recklessly needing the boy. giving this her all, the last semblance
of trust left within. this is imperfection perfected, in her heart
[[she drowns in her dreams. an exquisite extreme, she knows. she's as damned as she seems, and more heaven than a heart could hold
she's soft to the touch. but frayed at the end, she breaks. she's never enough, and still she's more than one can take]]
suddenly i'm not sure if a good cry is what i need. i'm not sure that i wanna talk to anyone. i'm not sure about anything. what i'm sure of is that i want *him back!
haven't cried like that in ages. tired. think i shall sleep