Every year, I wait for the middle of August.
Will it pass by normally, or
will we burn a memory?
Everyday, I am thankful for the one
that makes it all worthwhile!!!
I'm ready for a day of writing. I'm hoping beyond hope that I can burn a new memory on the twentieth. Instead of it being the day she left me alone, forever... it will be my first day of a new beginning...
(It's kinda ironic the first day of school will be on the twentieth, I think...) Life! who fucking knew?!?!?
