July 20, 2002
finding flaws
A boy who listens to Johnny Cash records, write poems/lyrics in notebooks he always carries around with him, and asks you to name his guitar because even though she kind of looks like a Beth, it doesn�t really fit.. is almost too good to be true.
A boy who likes to just sit and talk, hold hands and cuddle.. who can talk about politics and literature.. and puts so much feeling into the simplest little kiss.. makes me wonder if he�s real.
I�m a suspicious, cynical bitch. I see wonderful and instead of being happy I look for the cracks.. expect to find it�s all an illusion.. figment of my imagination.. fanciful deception..
7:54 a.m.