all im saying. ghost by howie day just does about sum it up. "i know there's little use in crying. its more wide awake and dying than im used to." so that creepy assed fucker tommy haunts me even to here. how?! how!? how!??! how?!!? i dont get it. im all moved on but i still miss that little shmuck. fucking kill me. as i once said "first love sucks. i think we should all skip it and start with second love."