never sit beside boys at a movie.
never talk to them over coffee in the middle of the night at a waffle house.
above all,
never let your guard down for a second.
never let yourself fall in love.

maybe i am just a little girl crying for attention. i dont doubt it for a second. i am no better than the next little rich girl. i am no better than the whiney child at the supermarket who didnt get the flavor poptart they wanted because it was their sibling's turn to pick.

but still, why? i have to ask it even if i will never get a answer.

and why the hell am i listening to radar love?

2002-12-05 - 5:36 p.m.
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