Friday, August 14, 2009
The Killing Of Tiny Numbers
You were my friends and I had the best times of my life with you. But these days, all this, all the stars you reached for, all the things you ached for, you've got them and you don't even know it. And all your fulfilled dreams have made you do, is try and rip each other to pieces. Your hopes dipped in bitterness. That's why I hate it.
Written by Me at 12:17 AM
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Yup, that just about sums it all up.
Pretty much says it all, but that's okay.
many of my friends are going into med school. And I hope they don't end up hating each other out of jealousy.
This couldn't be more accurate about my friends in the acting business.
yeah, that pretty much sums it up. it's the same no matter what you're doing. =/
always wanting more, not satisfied with the perfection that is in their (our) hands until, yes, it's ripped to pieces
and sometimes too late is really too late
It's sad how even the strongest relationships seem to crumble at the drop of a hat. Life's simple. It's only the people that make it difficult.
You made me afraid. I really, really, really hope this won't happen.
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