a poem

July 07 2006

every so often


who you are


has to fight with


who you were


to find out


who you will be


and usually


the blood must run


until you find out


that it's all really


your own.

Anna Miller

July 07 2006
you're so dreamy brian king

Megan

July 07 2006
Did you have a hard time getting the eye liner off? lol

Sara Shaban

July 07 2006
mmm....i love it.

Grace

July 08 2006
Hmmm... I left you a comment, but it didn't show up... So I'll try again... hopefully you won't end up with two very similar ones? I miss you, too, my love. We should do something fun and exciting before you leave for COLLEGE, because we haven't done anything fun and exciting together since we visited Mrs. Long's house... Hey... I get back on July 15. That's PRETTY close to July 14. Which is, as you know, Bastille Day. Perhaps we should do it again?

Christina

July 08 2006
That's weird, I remember typing a comment to you about it...it was on your entry about Mono...but I guess sometimes the comments don't post the first time you click it and I didn't go back and check. But it essentially said, "Yeah, we got it and everyone was very jealous!! The farthest anyone else got postcards from was Johnson City. Thanks for sending it!" We even hung it on the wall, "Greetings from Montenegro" side up. : )

kelsey shearron

July 08 2006
so you think you can really make it huh?..we'll see..

Sarah

July 09 2006
I like your poem :)