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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

Sunday, October 19, 2008
the motions

i'm super scared. really.
I don't have the guts to tell my dad. it's crazy.
i'm writing a letter, then praying.
wish me luck.

meanwhile...

Tralala
[born out of the first time we were apart.]

now can EVERYBODY see why it's so hard for me to really, really like somebody else??!?

******
few more days to go till our first birthday..