66 -- He could not comprehend why she still longed for what was wrong. Luna, With dark blonder hair and eyes the size of peach pits was wholesome enough to tell him "Richard, i do not love you, I love another, But that can not be, And i don't think i could bare to sleep alone this evening, So please, won't you stay?" And he always did. The saddest most kind of all woman, Richard would never understand the idea's of everlasting, hollowness and beauty wrapped in too one tightly knit ball at the foot of her bed. Richard was not him, And Luna was not the same. -- 99
Today was okay, But tomorrow will be better because i work and have a healthy distraction that isn't books and movies that only make me think more, 2 weeks, And booo because i have to get those needles in my arms too, not just my legs, my docter said she thinks they will do 10 for each arm. 10 NEEDLES IN MY ARMS AND LIKE 20 FOR EACH LEG THAT IS 60 NEEDLES IN ONE DAY. wahwahwah poor me, I don't really care, its just a needle.. 60 OF THEM. :(
