i just read a book.an unbelivably heart touching book.it spoke to me so much but made me so sad.its raining,isnt it funny how rain just pulls you down like the heavy grey cloud its leaving is on your shoulders making everything you do say and think pointless. the book was amazing and made me think about my own childhood and even though it most eyes i am still a child it felt me like i was looking back 10 or 20 years to lost memories and lost loves.i love to read but i hate it when i book is this deep and speaks to me so it feels like the depresion of that year is slowly building back and spiraling into a worlpool draging me in deeper and deeper.you may understand this you may think it reflects regret and sorrow and there you would be so right so correct i can hardley explain and i no im just gabaling but i cant put it into words but im sufferign and have been for so long now but for such a short time in reality.5 years.they dont know in fact sometimes i dont feel it like the wound just closes up and isnt there anymore.but let my just say this iff it the only thing you ever understand in the peice of writing.you are never to young to fall in love.
charli