everything's bottled up.
and the bottle is getting full.
anm of this and i think im gg to explode.
and im developing a fever for thinking too much.
sitting at the canteen was sooo hard for me just now.
almost exploded in tears lo thinking....thinking...
so,read my book that was borrowed frm wilfred.
ghost book smore.
and im sitting here alone at home.
and i think back about the stories about the headless ghost all that.
*goosebumps*
what the bananas.
The day the door is closed.
The echo's fill your soul.
They wont say which way to
go,
just trust your heart.
To find what you're here for,
open another door.
I'm not sure anymore,
Its just so hard.
you never know what im feeling,thinking. unless you're a mind reader o.0
