headlights on a dark road, showing me my path

I will find him tomorrow at seminary and say all. it will mean the most and I will be able to see the look in his eyes. and the glint or darkness that is in them will tell me, and I will know. and then I won't have to suffer anymore.

yeah. sitting here with a culvers concrete (yummy, brownie bits!) and listening to a very... emotionally distressing song. making my mood more interesting. tffit. oh well. life goes on, I suppose, right? it has to. and I sound emo agin. goshes.

so life is good. chirstmas is coming around, and I hardly have a grasp of what I want/ what I'm getting people. I'm getting one person a tie, two people books, one person a box full of fun stuff, and I'm not sure about everyone else. I know I'm getting everyone fudge, but I have to work on that part... I hope no one's allergic to anything. :P plus, I have to get everyone something un-edible. I mean, how would you remember? exactly: you wouldn't! so I'm working on it.

yes, so I think I might go now. I've made this as long as it needs to.

~Rayla

For once I want to be the car crash
Not always just the traffic jam
Hit me hard enough to wake me
And lead me wild to your dark roads
My tongue is lost, oh, I can't tell you
Please just see it in my eyes
I pull up thorns from our ripped bodies
And let the blood fall in my mouth
Headlights... before me
So beautiful, so clear
Reach out... and take it
Cuz I'm so tired of all this fear

@};~