And I thought I was getting my heart back

Tinkle tinkle tinkle tinkle now it’s straddled between my head and my hand

It’s 2008 and I don’t feel like blogging anymore next year. and quitting the whole online scene all together.

And I sat there with my phone thinking about how I was going to anchor my heart down and how you were moody and how I couldn’t help and how terrible that felt. Maybe telepathic hugs are transmittable.

please ):

-anne

I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again

Why am I smiling
And why do I sing?
Why does September seem sunny as spring?
Why do I get up each morning and start?
Happy and head up with joy in my heart?
Why is each new task a trifle to do?
Because I am living a life full of you (and You) (: