the pieces of my heart..they are still missing you.

it is no secret that we all have a secret diary somewhere, be it written or kept in a floating box of memories within us...

Oui, j'ai ce livre. Et dans le livre it says "the pieces of my heart..they are still missing you".

i was sick last night, felt so terrible i couldn't decide whether throwing up is a better option or suffering in silence ... i couldn't decide if that was worst.. or the sinking feeling of...

when all you dream about when u close your eyes and even when u open them.. is...? it plagues me to no end, even when... like a dying orchid..

or is it a case of people never being fully satisfied with what they have?

i suspect it is not just the toxins in my stomach gnawing at me..

that's why they say, we have to live for the present and the future because the past... can never be rewind agan.

xoxo, principessa
(J.P, if u're going to diagnose me again as being troubled, u.won't.be.spared. ;) )