the irony

everytime i get pissed with adrian and imagine the worse scenario possible, i find myself falling even harder...

us? we're like quick sand... the more you try to struggle out of it, the deeper you fall... the harder it is for you to get out.

if this is what love is... it sure is nice sweet and fuzzy...


i woke up the next day to the sound of his voice from outside the windows...
i would soon find out what a glorious day it would be.
aren't they pretty?

:D