It's ok that they have no time for me.

It's ok.

It will all be ok. It has to be ok.

I was going to tell you today. Atleast I told myself I would. I saw you on msn and I talked to you but you were too busy and had to go. I wonder, if I had made you listen. If I had made you see, would you still be so busy?

And tonight I'll fall asleep alone. Just like every night before, and every night to come.

If happiness = Freedom, but absolute freedom = Chaos, could we ever be happy?

I over-analyse. I do it so much, I can't even post something without knowing how I feel about it and why I feel or even do it.

I don't know why I do it I just do.

I hate it, it stops me from getting my words out, if I can't find the right ones, I won't use any.

I don't know how to stop it.

It's a lovely day.

I would have taken my jumper off..

I feel like I haven't spoken to Shelley for a long time.

I've talked to her, but she hasn't been telling me anything. Did I do something wrong? Doesn't she know she can always talk to me?

Maybe there just isn't anything wrong right now. I guess that would be a good thing.