Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 10, 2008 18:15:14 GMT -5
I sat in my room, a guitar in my hands, and sighed. I wanted to write a song, but I didn't want to. I was contradicting myself. Argh. I tapped my pen against lip and pouted. I stood up and sat on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I was about to go downstairs when someone IMed me.