Friday, February 1, 2008. She has nothing to comfort her in her ghost. She is sitting there all alone thinking of her empty home. She needs to find someone to fill her empty heart. She is sitting there all alone thinking of her empty home. She is sitting there all alone thinking of her empty home. She has no hope in her life. She is sitting there all alone thinking of her empty home. She is desprate for the perfect guy. Thursday, January 24, 2008.

Monday, February 4, 2008. He was waiting for the bus in his army greens. Sat down at a booth at a cafe there. Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair. Hes a little shy so she gives hima smile. And he said would you mind sittin down for a while. Im feelin a little low. She said Im off in an hour and I kow where we can go. So they went down and they sat on a pier. He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I dont car. I got no one to send a letter to.

Friday, February 1, 2008. A song is a song no matter what the words. It can be loud or soft. All I know that a song is a song. A song can be meaningful. It can speak your mind. But a song is a song all the time. A song is a song no matter what the words. It can be fast or slow. All I know is that a song is a song. A song can be funny. Meant to make you laugh. It can make you happy. But all I know is that a song is a song. It can be loud or soft.