You turn away but I know your eyes are full of tears. You try to run but there's no where to go. You and I both know life is not what it appears. So go ahead and cry.
Just writing. That's pretty much all I want to do. And talk and stuff, but I'm not so boring that you'd wish you never said a word to me. I don't know why but people have the lovely impression that I am depressed or what not. I'm not, just uninterested. I love poetry and music. My favorite colors are purple, black, and silver. And occasionally red.Oh yeah and I love Harry Potter. If I didn't I wouldn't be here.