The Heartbreak Hits

"She can still feel the touch of his hands not just the violence but the warmth of her man."

I walked up to you. Put my arms around your neck and we started dancing, and you started singing. And then I told you I wasn't coming back. The first thing you did was grab me close. You held me tight and placed your hand on the back of my head like in the movies. Then we pulled apart but not as much as usual because you wouldn't let me go. You thought I was kidding. That I was getting back at you for consistently poking me throughout the night. I told you that if you didn't believe me you should go ask. So you walked away. Once again you didn't look back. You didn't even come back. Now it hurts. But this way I get over it and I move one.

Congrats. You're the first person to say that. I believe that as much as I learned from it, it sucked me away and down.

The couple I'm babysitting for haven't showed up. I hope they aren't coming. I don't want to babysit.

I have to much homework.

I think I did love you.

My initials, if you put an I in them, it comes out as JILL. I feel sick.

I watched Jim as he watched me say my goodbyes. I could tell he noticed, how easily my mood changed.

Everyone last night noticed us. It was like last year. I might puke.

You should listen to this.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7j95ojZ57lE

If you wanted you could call me... I don't think I'd protest to that.

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Why does this have to suck so much.

The Marilyn Munroe exhibit wasn't that good. I was rather disappointed.

Love,
You can't start over, or move on, you just keep living.