12:11 a.m.
September 08, 2002
Hell I'd go there again
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never get put back together
Yeah, you're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
(I was just thinking about the part where rob thomas mumbles something like, dark in then me, never enough)
Today... Hm. Probably kinda... bleh. I'm sick of this. I wish I wasn't how I was. I don't want to.